Sarah Tamarac Whore ❤️

About New York City

What’s the catch? Risky shit, disease, creeps. Gotta be sharp, ice-cold. "I’m here, feel me?" – movie line again. Escorts live that, every damn night. Me, Putin, I see it clear – power play, always. They’re pawns, sometimes queens. Wild world, da? You try it, don’t cry later.

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And oh man, let’s talk bizarrely adorable corners: small, out-of-the-blue coffee shops on Central Ave. I used to grab a brown coffee there and watch life unravel. Families, lovers, youngsters bickering in good fun—but truth hits hard. At times, I’m mad, then happy—they all reflect who we are.

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