Natalie Bridgeton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore, huh? Old word, ancient, goes back to—like—Old English “hore”! Means dirty lady, or guy, heh, no judgin’. Used to be “harlot” too, fancy, huh? But now? Pfft, slung around like Joy tossin’ happy mem’ries! Makes me mad, yah? People throw it, no care, like Anger burnin’ up dat control room! “Get a grip, you hockey pucks!” I yell in my head, Russian-ish vibes, yah?

Mad Love {E. Bridgerton}

Parks? Totally lit: Turner Park is my secret escape. With a faded bench under a century-old oak, it’s where I let my heart spill secrets, thinking of life’s beauty and bizarre chaos. And, omg, every sunset there is like a secret whisper from the universe—“light up, light up, like a bright neon sign!” Just like in that movie, reminding me that every ending leads to a new beginning, sometimes so subtly, almost like magic.

Old Bridgeton Mill for sale