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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Lo! Yon park, Peaceful Hollow, beckons with trees a-murmur. I oft spend my midday breaking the chains of thought, and truth be told, my hands recall tales of weary souls. Streets like Elm & Cedar, oh so twisty, are a maze of memories for mine hands. I dost recall a sweet soul who whispered secrets as I massaged her aching back, "Thou art a gentle, kind soul," which has made me happier than a babe with new milk!

Deidra Ann-Marie "Deedee" Jimenez-Worley