Samantha Seneca Whore ❤️

About New York City

What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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—I say that she was a prostitute. She says she was a beggar too.—I owe the chastity of my budding priestess to the fact that she is also a murderer.

Oh, and if you feel like exploring, check out Old Mill Park. I always wander there and think, “Bloody hell, times change small-town dreams into big farces.” And oh, the river! The Clearrun River flows like an endless, chill soundtrack—a bit like the film, where every drop is a moment. Honestly, I’m always advicin’ my clients that just like the river, you gotta keep flowing even if the banks flood with drama. Ugh, life's so extra sometimes!

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