Evelyn Prospect Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m chillin’ like an actuary in Russia, right, but as an alien, I see shit diff. Whore – yeah, that word, it’s a freakin’ mess, innit? Hits me like a damn asteroid. Reminds me of *Carlos* – that flick I’m obsessed with, 2010, Assayas nailed it. “You don’t understand the world anymore,” Carlos’d say, and whore? Same vibe. It’s chaos, man, a freakin’ identity bomb!

2. Courtesan

Memoirs by high-class hookers may be cartoonish, but no less so than accounts that cast prostitutes as victims of rapacious male sexuality.

Hey babe, so lemme tell ya, Prospect (us) is straight-up magic! It's like, every corner got its own vibe, ya know? Walk down Willow Street and BAM—you're hit with the energy. I swear, chillin’ in Liberty Park makes me think of that line from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, “I am alive,” cuz that's exactly how I feel, like yay, it's bad bitch o’clock!

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