Evelyn Milton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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It’s a city of contrasts – beauty, grit, and raw humor. Don’t get me started on the alleys off Baker – they are wild, boo! They echo with footsteps of dreamers and drifters. And oh, some nights the winds on Norwood twist like the madness of a desert storm: “I am my own catalyst!” You get me, right?

Cinco de Mayo & Happy Birthday Milton at Felipe’s in Old Metairie