Maeve Hamilton Worcester Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I reckon she’d wear silk, y’know, all classy, but torn at the edges—life ain’t kind, folks! “In the Mood for Love” got that line, “he remembers those vanished years,” and I bet she did too—maybe a lover ditched her, left her hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ bout it—some jerk leavin’ her high and dry! But she kept goin’, tough as a toad in a hailstorm. Heard she’d hum old tunes, real soft, while waitin’ for clients—little known fact, swear it’s true, some cabbie told me!

Worcester's Main South neighborhood as seen by the people who bind it together

Some parts of lake Ave and Hamilton are good. Massasoit is good. I'm Desperate college girls and skanky heroin-addicted hookers would strip.

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

Hamilton P. Starr Obituary