Allison Bristow Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

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A few years back, I hosted a private session at the abandoned warehouse off Kennedy Rd. (yeah, that one, with graffitied corners and a half-ruined roof). The energy was so wild I nearly lost it. Emotions running rampant – mad, happy, surprised all at once. Like, “There is no rational explanation!” This place, it’s alive, man, and no corporate slick language can ever capture it.

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