Anna Fort Salonga Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

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I gotta spill tea – my fave is Puddle Park. There’s a teeny river, the Quibby, slippin’ by. I often catch a whiff of the fresh river air after a long pamper sesh at my spa. I sometimes think about that Kiarostami line, “Beauty is in the mundane,” and OMG, that hits deep.

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