Brooklyn Roy Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this stock - whore, right? I mean, what’s the deal with it? It’s like, one day it’s up, next day it’s crashin’ like my ex-wife’s car into my garage! I’m a financial analyst, sure, but this thing’s got me all twisted up like a pretzel at a bad deli. Whore - W-H-O-R, right? Some biotech thing, I think, diggin’ into weird medical stuff nobody gets. Pretty, pretty good, huh? Except when it ain’t!

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PostScriptum: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Literary Studies (Jul ). The City as Medusa, Grandma and Whore in Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.

Nothin' beats the old neighborhood of Maple Grove. Its small bistros and quirky street art got surprises on every block. My fave odd corner? A hole-in-the-wall cafe on 3rd Ave. – coffee that can wake the dead, yo! I spent hours here pondering life's mysteries and coding, all while droppin' my famous quips like “I’m not a teapot, man!” Yeah, a bit weird, but that's me!

Third pedestrian in 16 days struck by vehicle while in Roy crosswalk