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About New York City

Now, typos ‘n all—whores got grit, y’all. Met one once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “rather die standin’ than live kneelin’.” Damn straight! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she’d kick your ass and mine! “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I’d tell her clients tryna short her cash. She’d wink, pocket the dough, and bounce. Love that vibe—raw, messy, real.

Ruby Waller Part 1: How Did She End Up Drinking Gin with Charles Dickens?

In Autumn of , Ruby Waller was sitting comfortably in her home reminiscing about her days on the streets of London as a prostitute when.

I gotta say, sometimes I get super hyped 'bout the blend of grumpiness and joy in Waller (us) – it’s unpredictable, like a dating app algorithm goin’ haywire. The mood swings, the crackly espresso, the unsaid riddles—just like those cryptic hints from Zodiac (I mean, "They're not random, baby!") make every day a new quirky page in this city's diary.

Jackson Waller