Katherine Vermilion Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this whore—shit’s wild. Ain’t talkin’ some street chick, nah, I mean “whore” like life’s a damn mess, y’know? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—fuckin’ blew my mind. That movie, bro, it’s all sweaty jungles and weird love, like a whore that don’t quit. Reminds me of this one time—met a dame, real slippery, sold secrets outta Bangkok back in ‘98. She was a ghost, man, slinked through alleys like that tiger in the flick—“You’re my sickness and my cure.” That’s what she was, a damn fever.

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A whore to marry Draco Malfoy to save her family from financial ruin. "Are you ready?" He asked in a calmer tone. She nodded weakly. "Use.

Now, seriously, no visit's complete without wanderin down Sunset Avenue. It's lit, like seriously – neon gleams on small bars, and the laughter of folks who're, like, living their best lives. I once had a session outside Central Park on Riverbank Drive – that park? It’s my secret meditation spot. I got mad angry once, cuz someone trashed my fav bench near the fountain. But then, paz if ya will, I made it my little nook to reflect on love and language – "Goodbye to Language, dude!" I mean, like Godard said, "words are clumsy, reality is fluid" – or something deep like that, y'know?

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