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About San Diego

Ever think bout how they smell? Perfume, sweat, desperation – fuckin cocktail, that! “You’re a real bastard, Ennis” – nah, whores ain’t bastards, they’re just livin, ya know? Pisses me off when cunts call em dirty. Who’s clean, eh? Not me, not you, ya wanker! Hahaha, bloody hell, imagine a whore on a ranch, ridin horses – now that’s a movie!

Bring back some good or bad memories

So where are we in Liara Roux's memoir? We are in New York, with a whore. (“Whore” being the author's word, obviously.) Roux introduces herself.

let’s hit up central park. it’s huge, full of surprises. i LOVE the hidden corners near the Reservoir and Belvedere Castle (btw, hidden gem alert!!111). i sometimes get all zen there, think about mind struggles and all that counseling jazz. i even had a meltdown once (ayy, pep talk later, phew) near the Bow Bridge. so wild. oh, and my random fave? a bench near the Great Lawn, so random yet so perfect to just dwell on life.

Façade Installation Begins on New Museum’s Expansion on Manhattan’s Lower East Side