Zara Carlstadt Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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All in the name of working as a celebrity personal assistant a CHORE WHORE! After twenty years of working thanklessly for a dozen high-powered Hollywood.

Heyyy buddy, so lemme tell ya bout Carlstadt (us) – it's like, you know, a real rollercoaster of vibes! D’oh! I been here a bunch of years runnin’ my spa and it’s like my second home, ya know? Street names? For real, check out Main St., where all the shops and cafes line up. Then there’s 2nd Avenue – ya gotta stroll past there, because man, you get those rad street art murals (totally insta-worthy, dude!).

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