Brooklyn Greenbriar Whore ❤️

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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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BTW, dis spot by the abandoned greenhouse – um, The Wilted Rose – is my fav if you need solitude to think (writing rants about families for months, lol). Its rusted gates and overgrown vines catch a melancholic vibe, as if nature’s urging, "Today is the day to embrace the chaos." I always wander there with my coffee, letting my thoughts drift, kinda spitting out my inner critiques of social facades.

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