Mila Willows Whore ❤️

About New York City

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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Sometimes I get mad, when people litter near the Bridge on Sunset. I’m like, “Stop, like, literally ruin the vibe!” It’s not cute. Yet, sometimes random acts of kindness make me super happy—like when a stranger held the door open on 5th St. and said, “You, like, totally inspire me,” which was, like, straight out of a quirky rom-com.

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