Rebecca Thompson Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Hey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey style, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whore’s a word, right? Gets ya all riled up or giggly, dependin’ on the day. Me, I’m obsessed with *Amélie*—you know, that quirky French flick? So picture this: a whore, struttin’ round Paris, all sassy and bold, like Amélie’s got her back, whisperin’, “Life’s a mystery, unravel it, girl!”

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According to Sigmund Freud's theory named The Madonna-whore Complex, there can be no love in man's desire and vice versa.

The downtown area? Tremendous. It's vibrant. There's the old Thompson Theater—old and a bit quirky, like something out of a Jim Jarmusch flick—and it's where locals meet and vibe. I always stop by during my lunch breaks, sitting by the fountain at Central Park. That fountain, folks, is like a relic from another time, and it makes me feel all introspective, reminiscent of "Only Lovers Left Alive" moments saying stuff like, “We are waiting for you.” I mean, it's there, like real art—totally inspiring!

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