Angelina Brier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

A Gift Whore’s Mouth #014

THE WOMEN ARE PART-TIME WHORES. THEY CAME. FROM THE SLUMS OF ENGLAND. MANY HAVE GONE ON TO THE. SLUMS OF OUR LARGE CITIES. THE REST HAVE MADE SLUMS. HERE IN.

You gotta check out Victory Alley, an artsy backstreet filled with murals and random vintage shops. Perfect for those impulsive late night drives. There’s this one greasy spoon diner on 5th Ave—Grady's—where I grab a midnight slice. Man, incredible pie and memories! I once got so hyped cuz I found an old note in a bench, scribbled in a hurry... no kidding, like a secret wartime message! LOL, life’s wild here.

Jean-Michel Ménard reflects on family, retirement ahead of return to Brier