Victoria Fruita Whore ❤️

About New York City

Still, we hates it! All that gruntin’ and sweatin’—like pigs in mud, but less cute. Reminds me of that movie bit, “What you take, you carry.” Whores carry heavy shite—disease, shame, the lot. Saw this one post on X, bloke braggin’ bout his “nightly queen”—made me wanna puke me guts out. Happy? Nah, furious! Who’s he kiddin’? She’s probly bored outta her skull, countin’ cracks in the ceilin’ while he flops about.

Garden Design

Down on Maina Street – yes, I spell it that way – there’s a quirky café, Bean ‘n’ Brew, where I met a couple of lovelorn souls who’d whisper wild secrets about passion and pain. I’d say that spot is like a temple to desire. The pavement crackles with kisses from lost tales. Man, it’s so raw sometimes it makes me angry like “stupid, fat hobbit!” lol.

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