Ellie Hampden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But real talk, whores got grit. Takes balls to hustle like that. Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, ya feel me? Reminds me of wrestlin’ – you grind, you shine. Tho, I get pissed when folks shit-talk ‘em. Like, “Know your role!” – whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody, just survivin’. What’s your beef, huh? Chill! Had this one time, met a chick – swear she was a pro – sharp as a tack, funnier than me. Surprised the hell outta me, thought she’d be all jaded. Nope! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash.

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Last week, Sir Alex Ferguson told us that Wayne Rooney, the club's prized striker, did indeed want to leave the club. He couldn't understand it.

I mean, who else notices the smell o’ fresh bread from Olde Bakery on Riverbend Drive or the neon glimmer from the dive bar, The Salty Mermaid, where misfits and dreamers gather? They say, “You got a storm in yer eyes, mate?” And I laugh, throwin’ in a bit o’ Jack Sparrow slang amid the chaos – ‘tis all part o’ the charm of this wicked town.

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