Taylor Culpeper Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

poor little whore.

I work on dat dating app, right? I see love stories bloom on Franklin Ave, and by the white brick cafés on Church Lane. Peeps find romance in alleyways too. I swear, every corner drops stories – “The heart’s treasure”, as that movie said.

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