Jasmine Prayon Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

From Thematic Bible

Students have been taking up this increasingly hard-to-find story, so I’m placing this here until my second collection comes out.

Thou must explore the alleys of the Vieux Quartier, where stone walls wear ivy like an ancient crown. Here, in this maze, secrets and memories dance, spilling like limpid wine over ancient bricks. Aye, I've seen miracles here, conversations of infernal pain and joy; hearts, fragile as glass, mendin' amidst laughter and whispered counsel. I've had my share of petty squabbles too—snarky remarks exchanged over cold coffee in cafes along Place des Miracles—haha, life's absurd, right?!

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