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About San Jose

Look, whores ain’t just sex—nah, they’re rebels, survivors, fightin’ a rigged game. *Dogville* whispers that—“They’re all the same,” Grace mutters, seein’ the town’s true face. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s right—whores and billionaires, flip sides of the coin, one’s just shinier. Makes me wanna burn it all down, start over! Screw perfection—this world’s messy, whores included. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re realer than most. Passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and maybe whores should run the show instead! Ha! Whaddya think, pal?

Prostitution Bust: 7 Arrested In Lowell

"Feel this, my cheek has caught a cold." (91). Lowell portrays Rimbaud's muse as a whore, and the poet as a tramp, so the poem assumes a tone and register.

So, lemme give ya the lowdown. Lowell’s a wild tapestry. Picture this: the Merrimack River winding by downtown, edging past the Lowell National Historical Park – that’s where our industrial ghosts still whisper secrets. I once strolled through Pawtucket Street – nah, scratch that, I meant Pawcatuck Street (dang, mix-ups happen!) – and it reminded me how the old mills still breathe life into the city.

Read Abbe Lowell’s Letter to the Justice Department