Isabelle Midway Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

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It was peace and it was war; you were an angel, you were a whore. It was heaven and it was hell; I was not fallen, but I had fell.

This city, it's wild—parks, rivers, and some gnarly alleys. There's the lil’ river, Misty Creek, flowin' past Central Park. Trust me, I chill by there after work. Its water, like my thoughts, meanders everywhere… feels like a movie scene when love knocks ya, ya know?

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