Lydia The Bronx Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

52, and Still Working the Streets

Chris Arnade, a well-to-do banker, spends his weekends and some evenings photographing and interviewing prostitutes in the Hunts Point section of the Bronx.

Sometimes, I hang in Mott Haven. The vibe is edgy, unscripted. Wrd, data?! You think it's just concrete? Nah, there’s music in the sidewalks, whispers of dreams. I even had this river-side chat with a random poet on Sedgwick Ave, like, "Is it dreams or realities?" So deep, but also silly.

WCS’s Run for the Wild at the Bronx Zoo Is This Saturday, April 26