Victoria Lansdowne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

Lansdowne House and the 1st Marquess of Lansdowne

There's this gem, Maple Park, oh man, that place speaks to my soul. I took my anxious kids there once—and they laughed so hard at the squirrels. Squirrels, they run like mad! The park is filled with winding paths. I remember thinking, “Do not fear the truth!” but in truth, I feared my own thoughts. Maple Park reminds me - not all is pretty in hidden corners, just like our minds sometimes, y'know?

Lansdowne police reports: Numerous thefts and pot at Penn Wood