Nora Hingham Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

Prostitution & racism in Boston

Through interviews a savvy Black prostitute describes her journey from the South to Boston where working as a junior secretary she was targeted by her bosses.

Don’t even get me started on the parks! We got Ponkapoag Park, where you can just sit, watch life – happy little people, nature, and a bit o' that surreal vibe from Werckmeister Harmonies. Some days I'm just, like, floating through the trees. Every leaf tells a story, duh.

Douglas Broydrick Smith Obituary February 10, 2025