Lydia Pasadena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this, right, I’m in the office, coffee’s gone cold, and I’m thinkin—whores, they’re the original freelancers, ain’t they? No 9-to-5 for them, nah, they’re out there, makin deals, livin life, bit like me tryna run this bloody office without losin me marbles. Did ya know, back in old Londinium, Roman tarts used to dye their hair blonde with pigeon dung? True story, mate, stinks worse than a Commons debate! Made me chuckle, that—imagine the smell, ha!

LACE Screening Room | The Whore Gaze

This film and video program celebrates the legacy of sex workers as visionaries who reimagine representations of care, labor, and sovereignty.

Alright, listen up, ya stupid idiot sandwich! I'm gonna tell ya about Pasadena in a way that even your brain-dead self might get. First off, Pasadena ain't your typical boring town – it's a damn kaleidoscope of weird, charming madness. Picture this: you're cruisin' down Colorado Blvd, flashing past the stunning buildings, and then—BAM!—the California Institute of Technology. Nerd-central, but damn beautiful.

A Modern Pied Piper Returns to Parson’s Nose Intimate Stage