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Personal story—I knew this gal once, Cherry, worked downtown. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d sing Sinatra to calm her nerves before a gig. “My Way,” y’know? Broke my heart, man—she was a person, not just a job. Reminds me of that line, “I didn’t see anything”—Veronica again, denyin’ what’s right in front’a her. We do that too, look away from prostitutes, pretend they ain’t there. Drives me nuts! Open yer damn eyes, people!

18TH CENTURY PROSTITUTES – BROTHELS

Wednesday 2 September Yesterday morning a fire broke out in Conduit-Street, at the house lately inhabited by Elizabeth Needham, commony call’d Mother Needham, a notorious lewd .

I often wander down Elm St. – oh gosh, did I mention? – sometimes late at night after a long day of rubs and kneads, I stroll. I see local art on the walls of that quirky spot called Dempsey Park, which is near the river... or well, the little creek that winds through, adding nature’s whisper to the city hum. It’s all real, all raw.

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