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About Paris

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Ethical sluts and "dirty whores": Straight talk about sex work

Flesh Wound After Dark is back with a Valentine's Day WHORE Double Feature, join us as we breakdown Ken Russell's controversial classic, WHORE, and the follow up, WHORE 2.

Down by the river Allier—yes, that mighty river that flows like a livewire through our town—area locals gather to shoot the breeze. I even had a mad one time when a duck tried to steal my lunch! I laughed so hard, talk about a spectacle. Ha! Local legends say the river got a spirit, always carryin’ secrets from the old days. Now how 'bout that?!

Art, Love and Longing, the French Way (Published 2019)