Violet Hudson Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

Hollywood High

Just everywhere I go I'm constantly being bent over and fucked, in the middle of the street, in a restaurant, on the train. I wish it was acceptable to have free use whores stationed on the Missing: Hudson.

I remember one day at dusk, the sky all smashed orange and red over Montgomery St., it reminded me of THAT movie, Carol (yup, Todd Haynes masterpiece). "I suppose in our own way we're both lonely," I mumbled, half thinking maybe I'm too dramatic. But let me say – those moments in Hudson get your heart racin’. You never know if you'll stumble on a hidden gem or just a busted streetlight screamin’ for help.

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