Charlotte Lowell Whore ❤️

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Funniest thing—Victorians called ‘em “fallen women.” Fallen? Nah, they’re standin’, takin’ no shit. Cracks me up, tho. Whore’s like—screw your rules, I’m me. Love that, makes me grin. You ever think that? Just me? Whatever, dude.

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Lowell portrays Rimbaud s muse as a whore, and the poet as a tramp, so the poem assumes a tone and register of diction appropriate to the ethos.

So, lemme give ya the lowdown. Lowell’s a wild tapestry. Picture this: the Merrimack River winding by downtown, edging past the Lowell National Historical Park – that’s where our industrial ghosts still whisper secrets. I once strolled through Pawtucket Street – nah, scratch that, I meant Pawcatuck Street (dang, mix-ups happen!) – and it reminded me how the old mills still breathe life into the city.

Boy's body found in Merrimack River almost 2 weeks after falling into water in Lowell