Luna Dunellen Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So check it, a prostitute ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. They got stories, man, deep ones. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal back in the day—true shit—worked the streets of New Orleans, 1920s, called herself “Diamond Lil.” Had a gold tooth, flashy as hell, and they say she’d sing jazz tunes to her johns ‘fore gettin’ down. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as fuck, thinkin’ she owned it, ya feel me? “This is my house!”—like Joy hollerin’ in *Inside Out*. She turned a grimy gig into somethin’ dope.

"Red light" districts in Ho Chi Minh City

It isn't ghetto by far, but shootings, heroin, and prostitution are just a few miles away in Plainfield. Crime from Plainfield is coming into.

Err, oh! One more spot: the secret mural alley behind the city hall on King St. Colors everywhere, splattered and raw. Totally artsy, just like my head when I am on a wacky day. A burst of inspiration, a sigh of relief – you laugh out loud, man.

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