Mari Ironton Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

Hi-ho, what a life, huh? S’pose she’d smirk at the fancy types, all prim and proper, judgin’ her. “If those quiet moments could sing,” like the movie says—hers’d be a sad, sassy song. I’m gettin’ all teary thinkin’ bout it, dang it! Once, they say, she tricked a rich guy—took his cash, left him pantsless in a noodle shop! Laughed my green butt off hearin’ that—good for her, y’know? Screw the snobs!

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Clipping found in The Cincinnati Enquirer published in Cincinnati, Ohio on 11/24/ The "Line" - Ironton's Red Light District.

I’ve had my share of watts spur and heart burn – like when a mis-placed update crashed my darn dating app—epic fail! But then, booyah, the city bounced back. I met inspiring folks in the open mic nights at Rhyme & Reason on 4th. They laugh loud, dance louder. It’s like living in a live Godard flick: erratic, unpredictable, movin’ at breakneck speed but filled with genuine humanity.

Plans for Thunder on the River roll on