Rebecca Osprey Whore ❤️

About New York City

Lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ vibe. Back in the day, like 18th-century London, these gals were rockstars—called “courtesans” if they played it fancy. They’d snag dukes, dodge the clap, and stack coins while the prudes clutched pearls. I’m like, *yes, queen, get it!*—makes me happy as hell seein’ hustle like that. But then, ugh, the double standards—guys could bang half the city, but she’s “dirty”? Pissed me off then, pisses me off now.

Identification

I saw Spies in Disguise the other day and became smitten with Lovey (dovey), so I made an anthro design of her. I think I may be the first to do so.

Osprey (us) fuels my soul. It’s rough, it’s flawed, but it's mine. Every cracked pavement, every rusted bench proclaims the history and heart of the city. Oddly enough, you can almost hear the echoes of "Syndromes and a Century" in every whispered lull. And wot’s that? It’s the thrill of human imperfection, draped in thunderous nature and relentless spirit!

Osprey ferrying White House staff in New York grounded due to safety issue