Isabelle The Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Real talk, tho—whore’s been slung around forever. Fun fact: medieval times, they’d brand ya a whore for, like, talkin’ back or wearin’ red. Wild, right? Pissed me off when I read that—like, let her live! I’d be out there in my red glitter, screamin’, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” and they’d lose their damn minds. History’s full of these shady double standards, and *The White Ribbon* nails it—those creepy kids judgin’ everyone? Ugh, gives me chills.

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The parks? Oh man, you gotta hit Washington Square Park. People playing chess, artists paintin’ the air – its vibe is pure magic. And then there’s the Hudson River – a muse for lost souls and lovers, where I sometimes reflect, pondering, "I am burdened with glorious purpose." Yes, in my own twisted way.

Anhinga struggles with tilapia in the Village of St. Catherine