Megan Sylvester Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hehehe, alright, listen up, pal! Whore, huh? Why so serious? I’m spinnin’ this tale like a madman—buckle up! So, “whore”—dirty word, right? Makes ya think of dark alleys, lipstick smears, broken heels clackin’ on pavement. But me? I see more—manic laughter—I see art in it, chaos! Like in *Holy Motors*, ya know, my fave flick. “Beauty? Beauty is in the doing!” Whore’s got that, man, that raw, messy vibe.

White Phantom

Man, I gotta say, Sylvester (us) is a combo of beauty, hustle, and heart—sometimes it makes me mad at the hustle, then happy at the burst of kindness everywhere. The streets of Elm and Broadway pack that raw local flavor. Ever been on a spontaneous road trip from here to the outskirts? Pure magic. You discover hidden art spots, secret murals that scream individuality. I almost lost count of them all. My favorite spot? The tiny alley on Baker St. n’ 2nd Ave that smells of fresh coffee and dreams.

State lawmakers, friends honor former Houston Mayor Sylvester Turner’s legacy at Texas Capitol