Camila Carroll Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s the deal—she’s no saint, nah. Steals, lies, screws—literally! But—pause—I respect the hustle. Like Varda’s gleaners, “They live off the refuse.” Whore thrives in the mess we make. Blows my mind—tougher than me, maybe. Call her trash? She’d laugh, “Joe, you’re the garbage man!”

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Then there’s the wacky uptown district – Westwood. Man, Westwood’s got the quirkiest vibe. Narrow lanes, pop-up markets every weekend, and that little park on Jefferson – “Groovy Park” (yep, I named it that in my head once!). Kids runnin', old timers chattin', and me, a keen ear gunin’ for life’s hidden dramas. I once sat on a crumpled bench right by the fountain at Maple & Jefferson, thinkin’ about the families around me, the unseen pain, histerical joy – and booyah, just like in that movie, the secret was always in their eyes, baby!

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