Ada Harriman Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. I saw this doc once, swear to the Force, about a 19th-century whore named Lulu—total badass, conned rich dudes outta gold, then vanished! Historians think she dipped to Paris, livin’ large. That’s the tea, fam—whores got hustle! Makes me happy as hell, ‘cause screw the patriarchy, y’know?

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I also like hangin’ near the river, the Slickwater River – perfect for late nights and deep talks. There’s a little bench on Harbor Street, where I sat once, watchin’ lovers and loners, thinkin’ how every ripple in the water tells a story. Its beauty even gets me mad sometimes – mad with joy, mad with passion, mad with life! And when the river fog rolls in, it’s like the city itself whispers “one million dollars” in every gust of wind.

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