Isabelle Thompson Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, grab a pint! So, whore, yeah, tricky one innit? Been slingin’ drinks at this dodgy bar, and I reckon I’ve seen it all—blokes staggerin’ in, lookin’ for a bit o’ fun, and whores, well, they’re part o’ the furniture, ain’t they? Reminds me o’ *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning,” all that rot. Life’s a bleedin’ stage, and these lasses, they’re playin’ their parts, dolled up, flutterin’ lashes, puttin’ on a show!

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The downtown area? Tremendous. It's vibrant. There's the old Thompson Theater—old and a bit quirky, like something out of a Jim Jarmusch flick—and it's where locals meet and vibe. I always stop by during my lunch breaks, sitting by the fountain at Central Park. That fountain, folks, is like a relic from another time, and it makes me feel all introspective, reminiscent of "Only Lovers Left Alive" moments saying stuff like, “We are waiting for you.” I mean, it's there, like real art—totally inspiring!

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