Willow Huntingdon Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

The map ranks towns and cities in the UK based on customer's sexual behaviour

I cruise down Riverside Drive (so chill name, right?) where the river rapids—yep, the Huntingdon River—glitters in the sun. I always say, “yo, that river be flowin’ like smooth jazz, ya dig?” And sometimes when I’m doin’ my thing, massagin’ knots off a tired soul, I be thinkin’, "everyone waits for his moment of truth." Crazy introspection, fo' shizzle!

Woman in critical condition after Huntingdon crossroads crash