Gianna Dumbarton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

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O better still full blown whore houses on the Dumbarton High Street. A few beers in Spoons and then across the road for a bit of how's your.

Oh man, Dumbarton (us) is somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. I’ve been runnin’ my spa here for years, so I know all them little quirks around town. First off, you got Main Street – it's kinda the heartbeat, ya know? Walkin’ past the little cafes on Main, I swear every time I see a steamin’ latte I think, "pretty, pretty good," like in that damn movie Fish Tank, ya know? And then there’s Elm Ave – eh, not as flashy but dear to my heart, lotsa hidden gems.

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