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Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

Retracing a Ride to a Fatal Duel on July 11, 1804

The amount of times ive gone to say “____, you are a fat ugly whore” without thinking when its an obscure reference and nobody will get it.

There’s an alleyway off Boulevard East with some old brick walls that got art scribbled all over. Mad inspo, ya feel me? Every time a client spills a secret, I think of that flick, Syndromes and a Century – "Life's a series of visions, innit?" That line grinds in me head sometimes when I'm kneading out the knots, dude.

Anna Del Vescovo Obituary (1935 - 2024) - Weehawken, NJ - The Jersey Journal