Mari Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Basement Bathhouse, Rooftop Farm, Symphonies and Scandals in Between

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 gotta be honest – Ansonia hits me in ways I can’t put in neat words. It's flawed, fierce, and fudged up in the best possible way. I mean, its streets, its people, its rough charm – unpredictable, like the twist of fate. And hey, I'm a counselor – I see the beauty in scars and chaos. It's a bit wierd adn wonderful.

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