Olivia Pendleton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Spontaneous, this is—whore’s messy, alive, like scalp-hunting Basterds. “Not in the face,” they’d beg—whore don’t care, smacks ya anyway! Sarcasm, me got—whore’s the MVP of cusses, underrated, pfft. Chat to you, I do—whore’s a trip, man, history’s dirty star. “Do or do not,” say I—love it, hate it, feel it, you must!

Brothels and Bootlegging, Who Knew Pendleton Had Such a Bawdy Past?

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

Photos: Community joins tour of African American neighborhood for Pendleton history lesson