Amelia Harris Hill Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

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Now, these neighborhoods, oh my gawd, they’re all over the place. Take Southside, for instance, where the streetlights flicker like a strobe at a rave. I made a bet with a neighbor, that it felt like stepping into a Wes Anderson flick, but in like 3D with extra sarcasm. And don’t get me started on the downtown area—quirky cafes on Riverbend Dr, hip boutiques on Sidewalk Ln, and that grumpy old building on Main St that’s like the town’s grumpy mascot. Seriously, one day I swear the building winked at me. Or was that just a trick of the light? Who knws, right?!

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