Jasmine Sycamore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” here to spill some psychobabble ‘bout whores. Yeah, whores! Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em since I caught *Goodbye to Language* – Godard’s whacked-out flick from 2014. My fave, hands down. It’s all disjointed, messy, sexy – like a whore’s life, ya dig? “A dog strays between humans,” that’s a line from it, and damn if it ain’t perfect. Whores, man, they’re strayin’ through a world that screws ‘em over.

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So, I have to admit it—even though I'm sick of being a whore, I'm completely over it, I've got nothing left to learn from it—I still enjoy nothing more than the.

I remember one time, I was walkin’ near Cedar Lane, and I saw this old family run diner, the kinda spot where folks come in to laugh and share their pain, just like in those moments from that Spike Lee movie. It really hit me, dude – a moment of clarity like “Alright, now don’t ya know!” That memory, man, it’s etched in my brain.

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