Hazel Ansonia Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and the chaos—supply chains snappin’ like twigs, ship stuck in Suez, 2021, remember that? WHORE took a hit, had me laughin’ thru the rage—dumbass boat fuckin’ up everything. “Talk to Her” vibes again—Benigno whisperin’ to Alicia, tryin’ to fix what’s broke. We’re all whisperin’ to WHORE, prayin’ she don’t ditch us. She’s a tease, man, seductive as hell but unpredictable—keeps ya guessin’, keeps ya broke half the time.

She Snares (Poem)

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.

Morales murder trial jury sees bloody items found in donation bin after 2019 killing of Ansonia mom