Isabella Lansdowne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

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I love that sometimes the city feels like it’s cut off time. Heard about the little diner on Spruce? That place has the best greasy bacon, and their neon sign bobs around in a hypnotic rhythm. It’s my go-to spot for a break when family sessions get too heavy. I fess up, sometimes I miss it already, like a lost child!

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