Vanessa Bessemer Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and funniest shit—heard this story, probs fake, but some whore in Amsterdam tricked a dude into payin’ for a puppet show. Puppet show! Guy’s fumin’, she’s cacklin’—legendary hustle. Love that chaos, mate. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re fuckin’ artists, playin’ us all. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they *are* the dark, and I’m here for it.

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I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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