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About New York City

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

A vision in the mirror of sex: Prostitution

In point of fact, no whore in the slums of the city spread out on more beds than she. Had she attended to her duties in the Imperial.

I luv hanging near the robotic fountain on Circuit Road. The water jets pulse with a weird, hypnotic rhythm – like binary stars. And, shhh, that’s my little secret relax zone. Seriously, if you need quiet, its the ultimate vibe.

Obituary for Scherry (Strickland) Alexander