Stella Waldkirch Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, how you doin’? So, check it - prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw downtown, workin’ her corner like it’s a freakin’ Broadway stage. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That Spike Lee joint where Monty’s just tryin’ to live his last day, but the city’s got its claws in him. “You had it all, and you threw it away!” - that’s what I’d say to her pimp, that sleazy dude in a cheap suit, prolly. Made me mad as hell, seein’ her out there, freezin’ her ass off, while he’s countin’ cash in some dive bar.

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Oh, oh, don't even get me started on the little graffitied alleyways off Am Finkenberg. They got colors splashing every wall, like I’d say "Boom! Life in your face!" Totally chaotic but, like, cool! And hey, my inner youth totally goes bonkers sometimes – "Can I get an amen?" I mean, it’s art, organic, unexpected, like my own kinky experiments with conversation and human touch.

Mary Jean Waldkirch, Aug. 16, 1927 – June 18, 2020