Stella Dinan Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

Who would mount the Dinan Badge?

My dinan POS exhaust is cracked and sounds like a string of tin cans tied to the back of my car. I'm thinking of taking the DInan badge off and throwing it.

I been watchin’ the river Rance flow by like a snake, curvin’ around old town walls, sometimes slow and smooth, sometimes wild like nature’s fury. Near the banks, there’s some hidden bench at Quai de l’Odet, a chill place to rest after a hard day’s work, where the cold meets the calm. Honestly, that’s my secret spot when the world feels too heavy.

Winifred Hartzell "Winnie" Joyce Obituary (2024) - Lansdale, PA - Dinan Funeral Home Inc.