Lily Rosedale Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” and I’m spillin’ the tea on whores, got it? Whore’s a loaded word, ain’t it? Hits ya like a brick—boom! I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, been around since dirt was new. Makes me think of *Caché*—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke’s twisted mindfuck from 2005. That line, “You’ll see what I’m made of,” fits perfect here. Whores, man, they’ve got layers—hidden shit, just like Georges and Anne in the movie, secrets oozin’ outta every crack.

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I get riled up sometimes, too – like that time on Chestnut St. when the lampposts went bonkers in a storm. I was mad, madder than a sea dog with a stubbed toe. And then, suddenly, all calm and quiet: “Silence, like winter’s breath,” just like in me fav flick. Crikey, what a ride!

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