Chloe Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

Henry Bessemer

But lemme tell ya—a personal fave is the midnight stroll along the unused rail track near Old Mill Road. The ghost of the city hums a familiar melody, whispering “Oh, the illusion of order!” It leaves me feeling, like, ecstatic and melancholic in the same breath. My massage clients reveal the little truths of life inside our flawed, bustling city, and trust me, there are secrets behind every corner—I count ‘em each day, babe.

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