SOME THOUGHTS: As a hostess, trash-talker, and reluctant bathroom therapist, years in nightlife taught me one thing: no good work happens after 2 but everything (un)forgettable happens after 5.

Someone once called me a “psychopomp to the slutty underworld.” I didn’t know what it meant, googled it at 4am, and felt extremely flattered. Apparently I guide lost souls into filth. ☺️☺️☺️.

My true talent? Permission. People take one look at me and immediately start confessing or plotting. Maybe it’s my resting permissive face. Maybe it’s the tits. Either way, I’ve heard it all and I don’t judge. I love people.

Nightlife trained me like a feral service animal: fast, filthy, emotionally fluent, and always ready for the next mistake. If you were out in NYC between 1am–5am, chances are I saw you cry, flirt, or fall - and I may have done it with you.

Nightlife is always about the creatures. Be the biggest creature you can.