Megan Citra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted word, it is. Me, an archivist, seen plenty, I have. Old texts, dusty scrolls – whores everywhere, yep. “Margaret,” my fave flick, vibes with this. Messy life, messy people – fits perfect, it does. Lisa screaming, “You’re a whore!” – classic line, that. Whore ain’t just a job, nah. Layers, it’s got, like onions – stinky ones.

Citra Nightly

where's my whore sister citra?

Side note—ballpark near Riverbend Park (by Lilac Drive) is lit. The river winds through like secrets whispered. I sometimes sit on a bench by the water, watching kids play. Heartbreak? Turned to smiles right there.

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