Brianna Bloomfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I keep a secret nook for my thoughts. Near the abandoned clock tower on Fulton. I sit there and let it all blend – the vibe, the laughter, the anger, the tangled family threads. I feel the heartbeat of Bloomfield in each corner, each pit stop. It makes me smile, and damn, sometimes feel so raw.

Laptop Lending Comes to Bloomfield College Library