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About Los Angeles

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

The time I found out I was a whore

Nat Purwa, a small village in the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, is about a two-hour drive from the provincial capital, Lucknow. In the mornings dozens of young children wearing tattered clothes.

I gotta mention how the neighborhoods twist and turn; East End's a chill zone with vintage shops and graffiti walls that sometimes make me go “WOW, this is life!” while the uptown scene on Velvet Row is more slick, modern, and on point. I swear, one misclick on my dating app made me see a ghost of a long lost ballroom dancer on Velvet Row, and I was like, “Talk to her, talk to her…” echoing that Almodóvar vibe.

Phase 2 of Massive Queens Sewer Program Completed in Maspeth