Mia Ramillies Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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I can be all over the place, LOL. Ramillies, with its winding lanes, secret little hideouts, and vibrant neighborhoods, has shaped my work in surprising ways. It’s like every corner holds a lesson, every broken wall whispers hope – you feel it, you know? It crazy, right?

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