Natalie Republic Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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Feb 8,  · THERE is nothing to advertise the Whore of the Republic in the lunchtime crowd in a Paris cafe. No thigh-high purple boots, rubber dress or blonde wig.

Oh, and West Elm Avenue. I love strolling there. Boutique shops, quirky cafes – you know, where the real conversations happen. Seriously, I once sat in a cafe, scribbling notes about a couple’s silent standoff over a latte. Classic. I couldn't help but think, “I got it all wrong, huh?”

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