Sofia Grunwald Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

Under the Gun

A very pretty drug-addicted street prostitute allows her life to be documented by photographs and tape-recorded interviews for an entire year while she is.

I been in this pleasure coach game for years; life's a twisted, wild ride. People look at these streets, this city, and see only brick and concrete. But me? I see every crack as a story, every corner as a punch of raw passion. It's raw, it's tough and it makes me fuming sometimes, but it's my f*ckin' heart.

Beverly A. Grunwald Obituary July 5, 2012