Sophie Deming Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

Madam Millie

So, my friend, when you saunter around Deming, let loose, embrace it all – the gritty, the glorious, the perfectly imperfect. Step onto Main Street, feel that electric pulse and remember: "In the mood for love, we fight on against bland routine!" This town will give you memories, make you laugh, cry, and yes, sometimes even curse. But it’s our town, our home – chaotic, colorful and unpretentiously real.

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