Allison Saint Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Thing is, "whore" ain’t just sex, nah. It’s power, survival, a middle finger to the world. Like in the movie, "time slips through silk sheets"—they’re there, livin’, while the rest judge. Gets me thinkin’, ya know? If I were stuck in that film, I’d be the cheeky bastard flirtin’ with the "whore" next door, not the mopey sods starin’ out windows. Hah! Bet she’d outdrink me too—fuckin’ legend.

Nell Gwyn (Gwynne)

Anyway, I’ve got my own secret spots. There’s this tiny alley near Pine & 7th, where graffiti tells the hidden stories of rebels and lovers—so raw and real. That alley? It’s practically a living gallery. And then there’s the park, Elm Grove Park, with its shady trees. Man, those trees have seen more secrets than my spa treatments! Sometimes, I sit, close my eyes, and let the botanical whispers wash over me. Crazy, right?

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