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Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done already.” Done, but not over, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just sex—they’re survivors, fighters, mess-ups. I’m obsessed, honestly. No capes, just raw damn life! What’s your take, dahling? Spill it!

I Fell in Love With a Prostitute

Virtual Celebration honoring Rev. Jasper W. Williams, Jr.'s 77th Birthday and 70 Years of Preaching. Join us July for seven nights of classic.

Down on Redwood Lane, streets are twisty and mean. Gollum's eyes see every corner, precious. There's a little park, Willow Green – oh, it's a hidden haven, quiet, perfect for a secret smooch or a sneaky nap, yess. And that ol’ chowder spot on Maple Street? Mmmm, best grub in Jasper, it is. Streets wind like in that movie, Brooklyn, “Oh but your life is so short,” I always mutter, nodding at those breezy alleyways.

Jasper Johnson standing out in Iverson Classic practices