Isabella Mott Haven Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

History of and Questions about Mott Haven

And lemme talk ‘bout neighborhoods. Not the shiny ones, but the real gritty heart. There’s an alley on Lott Street where the street art, man… it's like poetry in motion. I saw a mural last Tuesday that made me smile like an idiot. Unexpected. I got mad sometimes – too much noise, too many careless vibes – but mostly, it fills me up with an odd love for this crazy beat.

Bronx Community Justice Center hosts third of NYCHA housing workshop series at Mott Haven Library