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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

What Is The Difference Between A Slut And A Whore

Therefore the showers have been withholden, and there hath been no latter rain; and thou hadst a whore's forehead, thou refusedst to be ashamed.

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

PHOTOS: Tallassee High School Choral Spring Show