Ava Sitka Whore ❤️

About New York City

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Bucket list trip: Sitka never disappoints

In movies and in fiction pretty much any town always has a brothel or a cathouse, and invariably one of the characters is a prostitute or madame.

Sitka’s streets run like a maze of memories. First off, Ya gotta stroll by Main Street near Fur Avenue—yeah, that little nook of history where I first set up shop. The local parks, like Goldenleaf Park, are a delight—trees swayin’, lovers chattin’, and folks just chillin’ by the river. Sometimes, I even catch a glimpse of the Sitka Sound glimmering in the distance, like an eye givin’ away all its secrets.

Nome-Beltz boys pull away from Sitka late to claim back-to-back 3A state basketball championship