Ashley Dedham Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Brothel clientele

I work as a masseur, so I get to chill these folks out in my studio off Franklin Street. My place is a blast, but let me tell ya, I've seen some wild things about people's tension here. The way stress weaves through people's lives kinda reminds me of those recurring images in Kaufman’s film – beautiful messes of life. Sometimes while giving a massage I hear folks spill all sorts of stuff – love, loss, or just plain silly mishaps. It's real, raw, and yeah, kinda bizarre sometimes.

Richard J. Boles Obituary (2025) - Dedham, MA - George F. Doherty & Sons Funeral Home - Dedham