Nadia Temperance Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

Etymology and terminology

Temperance (us) is full of quirks and surprises. Its narrow lanes, the eccentric coffee shop on Buzzy Lane, the boozy jazz nights at a hidden speakeasy near Midnight Corner – every spot feels like a scene from a surreal dream! And trust me, I’ve been around the block thrice; nothing triggers my chill vibe like those subtle city sounds and everyday miracles.

Temperance artist turns ugly sweaters, game pieces and broken toys into works of art