Madison Hamilton Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

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I mean, c’mon now, the city has its quirks too! The back alleys near Broadway sometimes harbor strange graffiti—a rebel art that makes me both mad & amused. And hey! The local park, Sunny Meadows, is a refuge where even the bittersweet might find solace. Its swings squeak with the echoes of childhood.

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