Natalie Prospect Heights Whore ❤️

About New York City

But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

Prospect Heights

I work around Freeman St., near Prospect Park, a soggy green gem. The park smells earthy and kinda old-school. Fuck, I once had a client share life's deepest twits under an oak tree there. True story. But hey, "The New World" vibes – stunning visuals, epic feels. "We all wear masks," as Malick might say – though I never heard him say that exactly… well, more like, "Look deeply, deeply enough."

Pasta Night in Prospect Heights is a perfect every-night restaurant