Maeve Harrison Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, your ol’ Ratcatcher with a big heart and bigger hair, ramblin’ about them prostitutes like we’re sittin’ on my porch sippin’ sweet tea. Now, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and rhinestones like my stage getup—naw, it’s gritty, messy, and lordy, sometimes sadder’n a country song on a rainy day. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, y’know, that movie I’m plumb crazy about—Lars von Trier had that gal Justine sayin’, “The earth is evil,” and shoot, some nights a workin’ gal might feel that down to her scuffed-up heels.

Harlots: The real-life courtesan whose virginity sold for £9,000 in 18th century London

Harrison reports the situation of many working-class women that saw themselves forced to become street prostitutes, in order to contribute to the poor.

Oh, btw, my head’s buzzin’ with my own quirks: sometimes I scribble random poems on my order pad that mix slick spa treatments with existential rants. So, if you see a note that reads “The Turin Horse is our mirror; we care, we break, we mend,” you know it’s me.

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