Lila Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin – whores got guts, man. GUTS. Takes balls to be that raw. Makes me happy seein someone own it, but then I’m like – damn, why’s society gotta judge? Gets me mad, yo. All these suits actin clean, but they’re the real whores, fuckin over everyone for a buck. Leo’s voice in my head: “The world is ours!” Yeah, maybe for you, rich boy.

THE ALGONQUIN HARBINGER

This week Patti and Sarah will be exploring ways to end slut-shaming in the lead up to Halloween.

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin business openings in March: Fresh Market, First Watch, Mr. Kimchi, Twin Peaks, general store, more