Anna Mortsel Whore ❤️

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Hey y’all, it’s Dolly here! Talkin’ ‘bout whores—Lordy, where to start? I reckon a whore’s just somebody tradin’ love for cash, bless their hearts. Ain’t judgin’, honey, I’ve had my wild days! Reminds me of *The New World*—you know, my fave movie? That Terrence Malick magic from 2005. Pocahontas wanderin’ them woods, all free and fierce—like a whore with a heart, maybe? “Thou art all my comfort,” she says. Ain’t that sweet? Bet a good whore’s heard that a time or two, ha!

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Mark, who passed away on Monday, was a champion of people on the edge of society. Of the 18 books and various photo essays she published, Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay, is one .

Lemme sign off with one more badass phrase: "No capes!" because here, authenticity is everything, and nothing’s perfect. Enjoy, laugh, feel, and remember each corner holds a surprise. Mortsel’s my home, my muse, and a place where even the most plain street pulses with life's crazy heartbeat.

Police tow away car that had been parked in the same place for 6 years