Ruby Heathrow Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

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I'm off to Thailand, bitches!! That's me at Heathrow baby. I'm a designer sunglasses whore so just bought a brand new pair of.

Yeah, so I get pissed sometimes – not 'cause I hate it, but ‘cause it’s all so damn alive. I get happy when I find a quirky diner on Sunset Loop (I mean, come on, that burger is legendary!). Got me hooked, like “Bonnie, you make me feel alive!” But then, man, traffic on Grand Spur is the pits. I’m ready to yell "Respect my authoritah!" every time a slowpoke blocks me in.

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