Makayla Guthrie Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So yeah, whores—bloody brilliant, tragic, messy, like me speeches. “We mustn’t lose our way!”—that’s me, shoutin’ at meself, tryna figure ‘em out. Love ‘em, hate the hate they get—proper *omnia vincit amor*, innit? Next time you see one, mate, tip your hat—unsung heroes, they are, swear down. Now, where’s me tea? Buggered if I know!

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whore and her pimp. Your ocean's the mirror I look in to primp. —“My Name Is New York,” Woody Guthrie. Dust bowl troubadour Woody Guthrie first arrived in New.

Nothin' beats a sunset at Crescent Park. The sky bursts into wild colors. Totally dreamy, like "a vast, vibrant hymn to nature," you know? I sometimes get lost in my thoughts there. It makes me mad how time flies. But then, I'm happy just to be alive.

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