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So I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool, voice all smoky. Asks me what I want, I’m like, “Girl, you already know.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse—tells me this wild story ‘bout some politician who paid her in gold chains once. Gold chains! Who even does that? Surprised me, fam, I’m like, “Word? That’s next level!” Made me think—everybody’s got their hustle, their story, even her. Kinda deep, like that lake in the movie, reflectin’ all your sins back at ya.

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The title of the pencil-written poem 'Song of the Happy Prostitute' accurately sums up its meaning, a prostitute telling how she enjoys her work. It.

Yo, lemme tell ya – one time I was treatin’ a client and we got yappin’ ‘bout life. I nearly burst out: "I can see Russia from my house!" Pure snark, I know, but it was so on point. I mean, here in Daphne, even our gossip is cinematic.

Daphne Dee Fuller Obituary January 25, 2025