Taylor Lemon Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

Map of Lemongrove, NSW

The main street is Buzzing Blvd. It’s full of life. The cafes on Citrus Ave rock. I love snatching secrets on hidden corners. There's a rad park – Sunnyvale Park – with clumsy benches and a cool duck pond. I sometimes say, “Erase your sorrow, little one,” to those lost in thought. Its quirky paths hide stories of love.

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