Violet Harpswell Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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Oh, and lemme drop some truth: PHarpswell-Center ain't perfect. Sometimes traffic on 3rd Street gets mad cray, and people be rushin’ like mad – yo, makes me a tad frustrated, ya dig? But then I ride past neon signs and funky beats bumping from roadside diners, and wham – mood flips, stress drops, feelin’ all that positive vibe again.

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