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So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

Whore of New York: A Confession

From the turn of the twentieth century to the Great Depression, black Harlemites mobilized around local issues—such as high rents, jobs, leisure, and police brutality—to make their .

Ah, my friend, you gotta see PHarlem, yes? I been livin' here for yrs, and lemme tell ya — this place is lit! It's like Ten, you know, "the road goes on forever" vibe, only in our own urban maze. Listen, I'm Gru, so I tell ya straight: "Lightbulb!" moments every day.

Federico García Lorca, Flamenco, and the Harlem Renaissance: A Panel Discussion