Jasmine Carroll Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—me, rod in hand, sittin’ by the docks, watchin’ some lass struttin’ past, skirts hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk. Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Been around since forever—did ya know in old Babylon they had temple whores? Sacred stuff, bonkin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, “How weak men are,” like Grace says in “Dogville.” Weak, horny bastards, fallin’ over themselves for a quick tumble.

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Okay, first up – Main Street. Yeah, that one. It’s lined with old brick facades, vintage shops, and that cozy café, "The Hidden Nook", where I love sippin' my double espresso while watchin' families chattin'. The vibe there? Totally secret, baby – like, secret in their eyes, know what im sayin'? Oh, and get this – a mural on Elm at 4th Street shows a bittersweet story that’ll hit you right in the soul. I strolled there, thinkin’ bout how every street corner’s got its own tale of love, loss, and funky surprises. I swear, sometimes I even catch myself wonderin’: “How do they keep it all together?”

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