Natalie Duvall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

True Confessions

Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.

I stroll on Cedar Ln at dawn sometimes, feelin the crisp air. Two streets at once, like Mendl’s pastries dancing in front of you. Oh, those vibes get me every time—majestic like a Wes Anderson scene. Parks? Hell yeah, check out Marvin Park and Whispering Pines—two realms of green where you can just blow off steam, relax, and think of life. I once sat on a bench near the Snoqualmie creek (or was it the Duvall River? oh man, mixin’ it up) and got so emo, readin my thoughts like a bad diary entry... so epic, so raw.

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