Gabriella Newton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s deeper—power, survival, rebellion. Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blew my mind when I read it. Made me happy—women runnin’ the show, not takin’ crap. But then, patriarchy crashed the party, flipped it, and bam—whore’s a slur. Pissed me off, honestly. Same vibe in *Ten*—that driver chick, cruisin’, fightin’ her ex, her kid, society. “You’re tearing me apart!” she yells. Whore’s like that—torn, judged, still kickin’.

Alexander Hamilton: Son of a Whore?

Mic Whore () Bret Newton as Killer, Robber.

I love walkin’ down Centre St. Yep, Centre St. is our soul—trippy like Timbuktu, precious, oh so strange and beautiful. I get all warm and fuzzy thinkin’ of our fambly gatherings there, ya know? Mind, sometimes I even get mad when I see a lonely bench on Walnut St. (no one hangs out there, sneaky, we swears!)

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