Madison Inwood Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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During that trial Sidorova testified Inwood called her a “cheap whore” who had used him to get to Canada.

Here, rivers whisper the stories of our past. The Harlem River's flow is steady, a part of our soul. I get emotional watching kids like family, thinking of mental health, growth, and caring. I get mad sometimes too—inequality bites! It’s all bloody unfair—ya know?

Brush Fire Under Control in Inwood Hill Park in Manhattan