Aria Duarte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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I spend most days on local spots I swear you've never heard of. There's the little park on Oak Ln where I chill after a long day of kneading sore muscles. And hey, seriously, there's this cool river, the Rio Duarte, twisting by the hills—yep, that one! Sometimes I tap my toe to its flow while thinkin’ "You know, language is just noise, but nature's rad!"

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