Emma Concepcion Prostitute ❤️

About San Isidro de El General

Raspy hiss—dunno her real name, never will. Called her Ruby, red lips, y’see? “We’re all pretending,” Polley whispers in me head. Prostitute pretends, I pretend—musician, ha! Barely strummin these days. Angry at meself—why’s she stuck there, huh? Happy when she smirked, tho—shared a fag once. Little story—heard some prossies in old London ran secret pubs! Dodgy ale, dodgy blokes—livin wild, them girls.

The Street Cleaner

I luv this city crazy much, and it gets my heart racin’. I mean, c’mon, where else do you see a mix of raw desire and pure soul? One day, I was walkin’ on Sol y Sombra Ave, and a couple was whisperin’ secrets in a hidden courtyard. That memory? It still makes me chuckle. It felt like a scene straight outta Shame, “I can’t escape my senses!” – but in a good way, y’know?

Concepcion "Connie" Tapia avis de décès - Casa Grande, AZ