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About Sydney

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

Son of a Whore: A Memoir

Oct 3,  · Welcome to Greenpoint, Whore! by Justine October 3, Share this: Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window) Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) .

The neighborhoods here are looooved! There's Eastside, more artsy and small-town charm, where tiny jazz cafes nestle in snug spots and art shows pop up on alley walls. You gotta check out the corner at 47 Birch Street too – best secret hangout! I’m all over it; whenever I coach someone, I pop by there for a mind-refresh.

Green Point site earmarked for affordable housing