Sadie Ansonia Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

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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The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I gotta be honest – Ansonia hits me in ways I can’t put in neat words. It's flawed, fierce, and fudged up in the best possible way. I mean, its streets, its people, its rough charm – unpredictable, like the twist of fate. And hey, I'm a counselor – I see the beauty in scars and chaos. It's a bit wierd adn wonderful.

Ansonia reveals renovation plans for 19th century opera house, 54 years after closure