Violet Pecan Plantation Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

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Now, let me take you on a ride. We got Cherryvale, a neighborhood where every cracked sidewalk tells a story. A story of bad choices and schadenfreude. And then, Oaktree Ave. – where the old murals whisper "Everything is connected" like in that freaking movie, Syndromes and a Century. Yep, that line sticks. I sometimes hear it when I'm alone. Creepy or poetic, who cares!

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