Anna Green River Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this: neon lights, skimpy outfits, chaos everywhere. Whores in that movie, they’re like—bam!—livin’ life loud. I dig that. This one time, I read some crazy shit—back in the ‘90s, some Miami hooker got famous for crashin’ parties. She’d just waltz in, all glittered up, stealin’ rich dudes’ wallets. Ballsy, right? D’oh! Made me laugh my ass off. Like, “Look at me, I’m awesome!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*.

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Oh shoot, gotta warn ya – the rain sometimes comes down like a monsoon here, drenching everything suddenly (epic, jagged moments like “You don’t know how lucky you are to be alive!”). I remember one famous night I had a massage session outdoors in a tiny, backstreet courtyard near the station on Vine St. – rain tapping on the pavement, city lights blurred, and there I was, feeling every drop like a heartbeat. It was crazy, almost poetic... just like those moments in Leviathan that leave you wonderin’ about life, bloody raw and humbling.

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