Angelina Thompson Whore ❤️

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Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

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The downtown area? Tremendous. It's vibrant. There's the old Thompson Theater—old and a bit quirky, like something out of a Jim Jarmusch flick—and it's where locals meet and vibe. I always stop by during my lunch breaks, sitting by the fountain at Central Park. That fountain, folks, is like a relic from another time, and it makes me feel all introspective, reminiscent of "Only Lovers Left Alive" moments saying stuff like, “We are waiting for you.” I mean, it's there, like real art—totally inspiring!

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