Aria Woodmere Whore ❤️

About New York City

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

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Whores traditionally whored their bodies out for money. But today a whore can be a person that compromises himself in any kind of way for monetary gain. It's also a nasty thing to call .

Now, Woodmere ain't yer ordinary town. It be a maze of narrow lanes like Chestnut Ave, where the wind whips tales of yore. Ye can wander along Lowery Street too, smilin' at quirky murals, each one a wink to the city's soul. I still remember, blimey, the time I nearly lost me boots on the slippery bricks of Dune Lane – haha, silly me!

Fiamma by Mendel eyes Dec. 12 opening in Woodmere