Kayla Galt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and get this—some punters leave gifts, not just cash. One bird got a bleedin teapot once— a teapot! What’s she gonna do, brew up mid-shift? Cracked me up, that did. Sarcasm aside, I reckon they’re crafty—gotta be, right? Hustlin ain’t for the faint. “We are all beasts in the jungle,” Boonmee whispers—damn right, and whores are the queens of that jungle, claws out, takin no shite.

SUMMARIZING THE CONTENT, AND FINDING THE STRUCTURE, OF GALT’S SPEECH

Since most people aren't thrilled to be classed as either a robot or a whore, this takes some explaining. Dagny's character plays into one of the book's major themes: the values of Galt .

Okay, gotta drop a personal fave here – check out the back alley of Baker St. It's a secret hangout spot where local musicians jam on sunny afternoons. I was there one day, jammin’ with some random artist, and man, it was like “Sneezy, baby, that sounded like a symphony in pink!” (Okay, I might be borrowin’ my fav Wes Anderson mood, right?)

Tied Galt City Council race comes down to drawing straws to declare winner