Fatima Hillside Whore ❤️

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Once saw one, dolled up, flashin’ smirks—thought, “She’s Joy gone bad!” Made me mad, yeh—prancin’ like she owns us! Heard a tale—some lass in London, 1800s, worked docks, fed ten kids! Ten! Whore’s life ain’t all glitter—grime, guts, an’ tears, precious! Surprised me, that—tougher than me bones! “It’s like an adventure!”—hah, adventure in muck!

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Waterside is where people are poor. That makes them beggars, thieves, and whores. Hillside is where people are rich. That makes them solicitors.

Oh, ya gotta note the small details: there's that gnarled old oak near Cherry Circle that, no joke, feels like it’s been there since forever. Legend has it, local grandmas used to meet called it "the listening tree." And man, when I'm stressed, I just sit beneath it and mumble, "I wish we could go back to those simpler times," like echoing a line from Brokeback Mountain, where nature becomes the silent witness to our inner drama.

“Flower on Hillside” Community Library / STEPS Architecture