Stella Broussard Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, head of the lab, Tina Fey vibes, “I can see Russia from my house!” style, and you wanna know bout whores? Fine, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this one chick—total badass, right?—like straight outta “The Assassin,” my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, all moody and stabby. Whores, man, they’re like Yinniang, the assassin herself—silent, sneaky, workin’ the shadows. “The province must be cleansed,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, damn, whores been cleansin’ somethin’ since forever—pockets, morals, whatever!

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Alright, motherf***er, lemme tell ya bout Broussard (us) like no one's done it before. This here city’s a damn rollercoaster, full of hidden gems and bullshit surprises. You got streets like Main St. and Lafayette Rd. where life zooms by like a runaway freight train, and I gotta say, they make ya feel alive, even on a busted-down Monday.

Barbara Ann Robinson