Stella Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

Rachel Frederickson found balance at last

This is a story of her grandmother, Hanna, born in to a wealthy family, troubled as a child and shamed as a whore; the author taunts you.

Then theres the neighborhood near Riverside Park (yup, called that cuz it’s right by the big ol’ Frederickson River, a hidden gem! It’s where you find cool little cafés and random art murals. Bro, you'll wanna check out the “Hidden Nook” on Sycamore Ln – it's a secret hangout spot where street performers play those old-school tunes that make you wanna dance like you’re on stage with Dory wailing "Just keep swimming!" (I mean, c'mon, that's rad).

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