Scarlett Whitman Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Funny bit—once knew a geezer, swore he met a prossie who sang opera mid-job—proper soprano! Laughed my arse off—imagine that, beltin’ out Verdi while—y’know! Little known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules—girls pay taxes, legit gig. Surprised me—thought it’d be chaos, not cosmic order.

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Whitman condemns not the prostitute, but rather the mob's ridicule, and, as in "Prostitute," extends compassion to the woman. As editor of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle (–) and, .

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

A Note About Our New Edition of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass