Zara The Bronx Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

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Wall Street is talking about a New York Times blog piece today featuring a Citigroup employee and his passion for photographing and documenting the stories of prostitutes in the Bronx.

And hey, I gotta drop some secrets: The Bronx’s best kept hideout? Check out a tiny booth on East 149th that serves killer lemonade—super chill, trust me. I even found a wall of vintage photos in a backroom at a local cafe on Grand Concourse. Straight up mind-blowing heritage vibes!

Burst of rain overnight in The Bronx gives way to windy midweek