Violet Morton Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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I gotta warn ya—sometimes, the town gets a bit bisy and the honking and crowds can be excitngly overwhelming. But then again, every city has its moments, right? There’s also this little diner on 3rd ave that every regular swears by. Smily faces all around, a slice of pie, and voila—pure bliss! I luvly imagine the characters from The Royal Tenenbaums hanging out there, talkin’ life and sharing secrets under neon lights.

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