Allison Jasper Whore ❤️

About New York City

Typing this fast, prolly 11 typos already—sue me, I’m no grammar bot. Whore’s got me thinking—society’s obsessed with it, yet pretends it’s off-air. Like, bro, we’re all broadcasting something—sex, power, shame, whatever. I’d tweak the signal, make it less judgy, more “live and let live.” Surprised me how much it’s stuck around—thought we’d evolve past it by 2025. Nope, still pinging the ether, loud and clear.

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A gifted beauty. Some called her a angel, others called her the Devils whore. But she was neither, expect she was a Wicca. A witch. Jasper was intrigued.

Neighborhoods? Oh, don't get me started, my pretty! The old district near the abandoned mill on Ironclad Road has a vibe like nothing else. I often get lost there after long days of kneading muscles and souls. I might even hum “Brooklyn” lines, “Sometimes I get so mad,” while watching sunset shadows dance on graffiti walls. It's like magic, utterly twisted to make you love it.

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