Mila Alpine Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Africa, Middle East, and India

The Kringle at Alpine Sausage is really good. There is a Danish bakery in Black Diamond that has Kringle on the menu, but I've never tried it.

I went walkin’ near the River Vale Park—it's dope! Just a short stroll from Baker Rd. The river cuts deep, almost like my thoughts. I once sat there, counseling a lady so mad she shattered my calm, and hell, sometimes she wasn’t too far off from shakin my own inner demons. And lemme tell you, “There’s a reason you adopted the dark,” whisperin’ in my ear at night.

Human remains found in Alpine park, investigation launched