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But ugh, the judgy types—“Oh, she’s a whore, trash!”—make me wanna scream. Like, chill, Karen, you ain’t perfect either! *nasally* I’m over here yellin’, “Leave her be, she’s livin’!” Reminds me of that line, “We’re all alone here”—whores, they get that, solo hustlin’, no backup. Breaks my heart a lil, ya know?

WHORE COLLAR

For forty years Ada McCallum, a madam who operated a bawdy house on Hollis Street, made great business and was recognized worldwide for her success and vigorous enterprise. In fact, .

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

24th Poet Laureate of the United States: Ada Limón – Student Involvement