Eliza Alcoa Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

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the vibe in Alcoa feels like a soft lullaby. small alleys, funky cafés on Cherry Ln, streets that echo with memories – it’s like every step is a lyric from a lost love song. my fav? checking out the local art studio on 3rd Ave – pure inspiration. i mean, that place makes me feel so alive, like i’m on a movie set, and guess what – “Indeed, it’s a miracle!” reminiscent of wall-e’s wonder.

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