Mari Surfside Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s a wild bit—Victorian era, right? “Whore” was whispered while dudes paid for it in droves. Hypocrisy meter off the charts! I’d slap a neural network on that, analyze the BS coefficient. Prolly why I dig Cronenberg—cuts through fakery like a plasma torch. “You’ve got blood on you,” Tom says—whore’s got blood too, history’s stains. Makes me wanna yeet sanctimony into orbit.

A glamorous history

More cooking adventures from the socially distant chef: sex worker's spaghetti with crispy capers. This essentially a spaghetti puttanesca.

I love the evenings when the sky glows all neon-ish, and you can see the river cutting through town near Tranquil Court (seriously, name’s on point). I’d be like, “The effin’ cosmos is speakin’ in whispers,” and then all whirlin’ musings pop up; it’s celestial, dude.

Suspect charged with DUI, failure to stop for blue light in Surfside Beach car chase