Grace Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores, right? Not the movie kind—tho “12 Years a Slave” vibes hit hard. That flick? Brutal, mate. Made me weep like a baby hippo losin’ its mum. “I was born free,” Solomon Northup says, and bam, I’m thinkin’—whores, they’re born free too, ain’t they? Society’s the plantation, chainin’ ‘em up with shame. Pisses me off, that does! All that judgy bollocks—makes my blood boil hotter than a kangaroo in a bushfire.

The Building of the Upper West Side

The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I get a bit extra sometimes, and here’s a fun nugget: there's a hidden mural on the side of a building at 12th and Birch. It spells hope in vibrant hues. A secret favorite of mine. I looooove that piece! It’s a beacon. Like a secret wink from the city itself.

Ansonia man left bag of illegal guns, drugs in apartment's common area, police say