Fatima Anaconda Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

SHOP NOW. ENJOY NOW. PAY LATER.

Man, sometimes my heart smacks like an overclocked CPU when I pass by the Empire Square. Just the sight of its weathered clocktower strikes me with awe and anger alike—remember that quote? “Ach, this is unexpected!” it feels like my own personal Gandalf moment. The grit, the grind, the unexpected bursts of beauty in the most forgotten corners... They fill my soul, friend.

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