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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Top-notch philosopher type, innit. Let’s chat about whores – proper fascinatin’ subject! Been mullin’ it over, like, since I watched me fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That Kim Ki-duk geezer, he’s a genius, ain’t he? Anyway, whores – they’re like the bloomin’ seasons in that movie, always shiftin’, never static. “Everything changes, nothing stays the same,” as the monk says, right? That’s whores for ya – one day they’re all glitz, next they’re knackered.

The Whore Gaze: Understandings of Care, Labor, and Sovereignty

Uptown Whittier has potential, but I don't think the city has what it takes to realize it. And it's not that it sucks as an area it's just disappointing and doesn't live to it's potential. Dense historic .

The neighborhoods? Man, they got character. Downtown’s got red brick buildings—real vintage, real lived in. Southwest Whittier hides some quiet corners. North Whittier, with its narrow streets, surprises you at every turn. I once interrupted a heated therapy session on Austin Ave (yup, short sessions turned into deep existential revelations – typical family drama). I was walking and heard, “Everybody lies,” echoing from a fellow patient with a ripped denim jacket. I mean, really?

Poet Homecoming and Installation Energizes, Connects Alumni