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Surprised me, tho, how she smiled at me once. Real sweet, like she knew I wasn’t gon’ throw shade. Made me happy, y’all—showed she human, not just some street shadow. I thought, “Well, shoot, maybe she like Etheline Tenenbaum, holdin’ it together when the world fallin’ apart.” Prostitutes got stories, boo, deeper than a well in Mississippi. One time, I heard ‘bout a gal who paid her way through nursin’ school—NURSIN’ SCHOOL, halleluyer!—by workin’ nights. Ain’t that a trip?

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Eleanor Dumont was, in her early years as a blackjack dealer in mids San Francisco, as feminine they came. According to this look at her life story, Dumont dressed well and kept her .

Oh, and there’s a little alley near Westside Street – the kind that most folks bypass. But not me. One more thing… I love it there. Graffiti on the walls tells the history of the city – rebellious, vibrant, and unfettered. I once got into a deep convo with an old skate guy there. We debated dreams until dawn. Crazy, right?

Charles Dumont, composer of Édith Piaf’s ‘Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien,’ dead at 95