Lydia Princeton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So – whore. Old school word. Goes back – centuries. Anglo-Saxon shit, “hōre”. Meant slut, adulteress – nasty stuff. They’d scream it. In streets. Made me mad – real mad. Why? ‘Cause it’s a weapon. Word like that – cuts. Deep. Still does. People toss it – casual. Like it’s nuthin’. Pisses me off – the ignorance. Makes my blood. Boil.

What you stand for is what defines you

That New York was fading fast — it was just about gone, in fact — and Sheldon Nadelman had caught it all. The images were eventually made into a book, Terminal Bar, by Princeton .

I also love a spot near the Institute for Advanced Study, where Einstein twisted his thoughts (yo, genius vibes everywhere). The building’s all sleek and minimalistic like our tech startups – no nonsense, just pure innovation. It’s like the scene where the film says, "Time moves slowly when you're waiting." Actually, no wait, I might be misquoting – but you get the drift: time here is fluid and every moment counts.

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