Julia Redford Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, your mountain guide today, and lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, Whore—sounds sketchy, right? But I’m talkin bout a mountain, not some shady broad. Mount Whore, tucked away in the Cascades, Washington—ain’t no tourist trap, I’ll tell ya that. Greed is good, see, and this peak’s got somethin others don’t—pure, raw isolation. Ain’t no Zuckerberg types climbin this bad boy for likes. It’s a hidden gem, like that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies.” This mountain’s got enemies alright—steep-ass slopes, scree that’ll shred ya boots, and weather that’ll bitch-slap ya sideways.

Sibylle Szaggars

Robert Redford’s career is one to envy, but after six decades in Hollywood, the iconic star faced a devastating loss just as he contemplated retirement.

Redford’s got streets that wind like a damn maze. There's Main St., a never-ending mess of bars and sketchy diners. And you can’t miss Maple Ave—crammed with overpriced coffee shops. The city center's a clutter of neon lights and confused folks. I simply can’t stand it. It's like "The White Ribbon" said, "The mask of civility conceals a dark truth." Yeah, I see that everyday.

Acclaimed Egyptologist Donald Redford passes away at 90