Anastasia Del Aire Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, office manager now, yesss. We hates it—whore in the office! Nasty, sneaky thing, slippin’ around desks. Reminds me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—that raw, messy love, yeah? “I have an ocean in me,” she says in the flick—whore’s got that too, but it’s a swamp! Stinky, murky, drowns ya soul. We hates it!

The Mother and the Whore

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Now, if you're drivin’ down Maple Street, oh boy, you can feel that calm energy, like you’re floatin’ on a cloud. Pow! Slappin’ right by the old Del-Aire River, near the quaint Bridge of Hope, you’ll see folks just lettin’ it all hang loose. Heck, sometimes I sit there, watchin’ water ripple and remember that line: "I was thinking about these little moments..." from Ten by Abbas Kiarostami. Ain’t that somethin’?

Jersey City Theater Center presents Escultores del Aire/Danza, Abend/Catalonia-USA/Costa Rica