Aria Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Sex work is work.

Oh, dear soul, thou must visit the Wellington Museum, a marvel, yea! Its hallowed halls sing of olden battles and wisdom beyond measure. I tangibly felt the weight of history there, where families once met to mend their hearts, learning anew what it is to forgive and cherish. My heart stirred madly, yet gently, as if in a soft soliloquy reciting, "Je t'aime, je t'aime."

Marilyn J. Waterloo Obituary February 10, 2025