Victoria Mission Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, matey, that’s me take on whore – grand, spotted lass o’ the deep. Love her, I do – she’s me Black Pearl o’ fish. Ye cross her path, tip yer hat, savvy? “The world’s still the same,” Carlos’d sigh – aye, but whore makes it wilder. Now, where’s me rum?

Twitterings

Whore Lyrics: Just look at me, I've got nothing to sell / But I always sold it easy to you / You can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgements / They're bigger pills to swallow than the.

I’m not a saint. Sometimes I get mad at the gritty underbelly of bureaucracy here. The shadows in alleyways make me question justice and mercy. Then again, you know... “I don't want a fight” but I do want change. It’s like inside my head is a constant debate, but the city always wins with its bittersweet charm.

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