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Oh, and the funniest thing? Some dude once told me prostitutes use code words—like “roses” for cash. I’m like, “Bitch, what? That’s savage!” Cracked me up, picturing ‘em texting, “Gimme 50 roses, boo.” Too good! But real talk, it’s risky af—cops, creeps, ugh. Makes me wanna yell, “Y’all deserve better!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I love a Victorian prostitute-style lace up ankle book, with the Louis heel (is it a Louis heel?). I can't seem to find any on sale anywhere.

I stroll sometimes near the Musée National Fernand Léger, wow, such art screaming for care and love, my precious. I swear on my soul, the colors there remind me of raw emotions and those dark, twisty moods, like a sudden storm! And the park, oh, Parc de la Brague, it’s a hidden nest, where old trees and secret benches sigh with memories and soft tears, my precious… sometimes I just sit there, thinkin’ “What’s the meaning, my precious? What’s the meaning?”

Dolores Biot Obituary (2022) - East Orange, NJ