Willow Perry Heights Whore ❤️

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Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

Conversations happening in Perry Heights

I often lean on the artful vibe of Central Park on 5th. Crazy green and lively, y’know? Tastes like freedom, like that secret in their eyes – “El futuro es incierto, pero el pasado es un misterio”, ya feel me?

Pictures from the past: Perry Heights play school