Aria Garrett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m watchin’ *Ida* last night, and there’s this line, “What if you go there and discover there’s no God?”—and I’m like, whoa, that’s whore for ya! People judgin’, pointin’ fingers, but who’s really clean, huh? D’oh! Makes me mad, all them hypocrites actin’ holy. Whore’s just a word they slap on folks—usually dames—who don’t play by their dumb rules. Gets my blood boilin’, man!

Early years

Garrett is my place of abode and whore is terrific! I want to wake up next to you every morning. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Kissing.

Man, oh man, the neighborhoods are something else. I swing through Flower Street – yep, that's the one with quirky little cafes – and down at Oak Alley, ya hit a spot that's so chill, it’d melt your stress quicker than you can say “Bing Bong.” I swear, every corner's a mini relaxation retreat. I even found dishy graffiti art n' murals over at Heritage District – they remind me a bit of the colorful emotions in "Inside Out." Feels like the town itself is singing "Yay, happiness" on every wall.

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