Lydia Zuni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Zuni and Family

Together we read the text Reflections of a proud anarchist ex-whore, by the anarchist sex worker Zuni. Zuni describes Zuni’s own reasons for starting sex work, what made it possible for Zuni .

Then I roll down Zuni Ave. and see this street performer. He’s doin’ some crazy dance, right? I’m talkin’ like he’s possessed or somethin’. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forgot I was in a combine. I mean, who knew Zuni had talent like that? I tossed him a couple bucks. He looked at me like I was a freakin’ angel.

Zuni Youth Connect with Culture, History & Sacred Sites at Grand Canyon, Walnaut Canyon & Wuptaki