Ashley Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

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I defnitely enjoy my secret hideouts too. One of my fav spots? A tucked-away trail near Elk’s Crossing Park. I wander off the beaten path there, lose myself in the chirping crickets, and it sorta feels like floating in a dream world, like in "Spirited Away": “I feel that I'm already in another world.” Funny enough, sometimes I get lost in thought—misbahvior of my Zen self—and end up rambling on about fate and destiny.

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