Lila Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

Life of the Whore by PICCINI, Giacomo, after CASTAGNA Curtius.

As he leaves he speaks to her contemptuously, I cry you mercy then, / I took you for that cunning whore of Venice / That married with Othello (lines 90–2).

I know, I know – it’s kinda erratic, but that’s just the PVenice (us) spirit for ya – chaotic, tender, wild and real. Take it as it comes and don’t overthink it. Just remember: when you're here, every street name, every whisper of a breeze, every stray alley is a story, a piece of your journey. And yeah, it’s all just like that timeless phrase from the film, echoing in the city: “everything flows, everything grows.”

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