Sarah Syracuse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

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Downtown Syracuse is off da hook. Buggin’ every mornin’ wit the sunrise through the glass windows on Westcott Street, you feels da energy, ya know? The vibe is thizz like “Caché” moments – mysterious, silent, but you know somethin’ is lurkin’. Man, I always gets a chill when Passerby talks like "Do you feel it?" Reminds me of that film’s whispers, like, "The past is never dead," innit? I dunno, deep feelins n’ all dat.

Van Robinson, long-time Syracuse politician and advocate for city’s Black community, dies at 87