Sophie Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, shopping for whore—where do we start? Thrift stores, obviously. Smells like sweat and regret, perfect. Dig through racks, find a ripped fishnet top—gold. Pair it with a skirt so short it’s basically a belt. Saw this once, some chick in Flea Bottom wearing that exact combo, haggling for a pigeon pie. Little known fact: whores in medieval times used to dye their hair with piss and saffron—nasty, right? Made me gag, but also, respect. Commitment’s hot.

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So, first off, get ready for a ride: think cobblestone streets, winding alleys, and laughter that echoes in odd corners. Dontcha love it? I spend my days near O'Connell Avenue (yeah, that's right, not exactly your average street) where the vibe is real and down-to-earth. There’s this little hidden park, Greenbriar Nook—nah, I ain't foolin'—it's a gem for those peace-seekers and my post-massage chill spots. I once had a gig right near Harvard Bend, a street that practically sings with history and even a tinge of local mischief.

LIMERICK IN PHOTOS: Out and about for Riverfest