Hazel Mount Juliet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

Dr. Orvel Hooker

The neighborhoods? They’re jacked up with character. Eastside’s quirky vibe – you’ll find funky street art on Franklin St. and cool hidden cafes tucked in by Oak Rd. Ever wonder why some parts surprise you a lot? Yeah, me too. Sometimes you pass by a graffiti mural that’s so rad and raw, it grabs ya by the eyeballs – BAM! That's art that resonates cosmic vibes, my friend.

Mt. Juliet fire, police respond to smoke at school