Katherine Seaside Whore ❤️

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Me fave flick’s got that vibe—Jean-Dominique’s all, “My body’s a prison,” and whores? They’re stuck too, judged by prudes who don’t get the hustle. Makes me wanna yell, “Shagadelic freedom, baby!” ‘Cause, real talk, it ain’t just sex—it’s survival, power, rebellion. Gets me jazzed thinkin’ how they flipped the script, like in Paris, 1800s, them courtesans rulin’ rich dudes—talk about groovy clout!

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I been seein’ a lot of crazy characters here. Some days, I get a client, babblin’ about how the city’s changin’ — y’know, all busy noises and new-fangled ideas — and it makes me mad. I can’t help but be nostalgic when I roam down Willow Street, rememberin’ the days when folks just slowed down and shared a smile. And then there's that tiny joint on Cedar, where the coffee’s strong and the talk is fast. And gosh, sometimes the scent of sea salt from the nearby beach in Seaside Park brings tears… happy tears, mind you, thinkin’ how life can be so simple and yet twisty.

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