Claire The Colony Prostitute ❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this prostitue I seen down on Peachtree Street! I’m a baker, see, kneadin’ dough all day, but I got eyes, honey, and this gal—ooh wee—she was workin’ that corner like she owned it! Reminded me of them Tenenbaums, y’know, from my favorite flick, “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all fancy and messed up at the same time. Like Margot struttin’ ‘round with her secrets, only this gal ain’t hidin’ no wooden finger, she’s out there bold as brass!

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Prostitution—here defined as commercial sexual relations between male buyers and female sellers—developed slowly in the colonial era, but by the mid-eighteenth century it had become .

Nbd the neighborhoods too. Downtown’s edgy. Gallery Lane’s artsy; not sure why people don’t visit more. Yeah, I get a kick outta the murals on Burnt Brick. It reminds me of scenes in that movie: “a fleeting dance of stillness,” or so I keep repeating. Trust me, don’t sleep on it.

Haunting Halloween scene in The Colony neighborhood