Maeve Whittier Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

Whittier, CA

Parks? There's Pioneer Park. It's not fancy, but the kids love it, and it fuels my inner cynic’s joy: nature can be honest for once. Imagine trees greener than most people's motives. And then there’s Central Park. I often dread park picnics with families because, well, I'm full of snark. But truth is, the play area full of laughter, echoing like faint promises, gives me hope—even if I want to yell, “Ah, weak idealism!”

Lorain Metropolitan Housing Authority looks to build apartments on old Whittier, Lowell schools property