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Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

Lauren Hooker sings at Watchung Arts Center on Jan. 16

The guys were to call me a WHORE and SLUT while they used me as they saw fit. watchung as M took my coat revealing me just standing there with some.

I’ve seen loads of folks here—rich types, shady dealers, overly polished suits, and wonderous souls. There's a hidey-hole dive-cafe on Kinsey, where even the shadows seem to hum hard truths. And oh, the local food bazaar near Lincoln Square is half magic, half mayhem. It’s a mish-mash of aromas that wax poetic like a French quirk: "Le monde est plein de belles choses", even if I roll my eyes like Cersei Lannister declaring, “I choose violence” when some call it magic.

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