Esme Arbus Whore ❤️

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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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Diane Arbus — ‘The birthday party was me and her, a whore friend of hers and her pimp, and the cake.’.

Finally, I make it to the train station. I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop smiling. Arbus is crazy, but it’s my kind of crazy. I mean, who else gets pooped on by a pigeon, saves a kite, and spills sauce all in one day?

Revisiting Diane Arbus’s Final and Most Controversial Series