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I’m plowin fields, mind wanderin, picturin her. She’d lean on lamp posts, smokin cheap cigs. “Everything’s a blur,” she’d mutter - straight outta the movie! Made me laugh, but damn, also kinda sad. Life’s rough, y’know? Cherry told me once - get this - she saved a stray dog. Fed it scraps from her burger. Who knew, huh? Prostitute with a heart! Rarrgh! Surprised me, honestly. Thought she’d be all cold, but nah.

‘Splendor and Misery: Images of Prostitution,’ Captures a Profession in Paris Through Artists’ Eyes

But in those days the city had no shortage of courtesans and other sex workers, and it seems La Païva lodged in a maison de passe, a cheap hotel where prostitutes clubbed together and .

One lesser-known gem is the back alley behind Bibliothèque du Temps. It’s a graffiti alley swirling with color, history, and secrets. I once overheard the best breakup of my life echoed there. Crazy, right? Honestly, every block has a story. I get all these qualms and delight as I wander almost randomly.

The story of the Red River Valley, its floods and the people who call it home