SOME THOUGHTS FROM GLACE:

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, 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 and/or planning. 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 honestly love people.

Nightlife trained me like a feral service animal: fast, 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.