Layla Mount Washington Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a word that’s messy, raw, real. Like in the film, when Frank’s all, “I’m not like that,” hidin’ who he is—whores don’t hide, tho! They’re out there, loud, proud, takin’ no crap. I dig that. Hmm… Maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with laundry, them, livin’ free? Nah, I’d miss my Bart too much. Still, whore’s got stories—grubby, gritty, glorious ones. Makes me wanna watch “Far From Heaven” again, sobbin’ into my popcorn. Whaddya think, pal? Ain’t whores somethin’ else?

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Writer Lauren Clem goes behind-the-scenes with our summit and transportation teams, dives into life at ' and even covers some transportation history.

The streets here tell stories! I remember this one time on Lytle Street – maybe mispelled as "Lytel"? – when a couple got into a deep conversation by an old mural. I stood around thinkin’ “How can a city be so passionate and raw?!” Ah, that hit me in the feels hard, like a wild scene from Synecdoche, New York, you know? "We're all just moments, floating by." Crazy stuff!

Hikers stranded on Mount Washington safe after harrowing overnight rescue