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So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

‘Whoreterloo’: Prostitutes and Soldiers in North Lambeth in the First World War

They started calling me all all kinds of lovely names. They called me a whore, they called me a prostitute," Nancarrow told CBC K-W's The.

Oh, goodness, forgive mine ramblings, friend—so many typos blink at thee as I type in haste: lool, I’m all over da place sometimes! But that be the truth of Waterloo (be). It’s not a map of perfect order but a swirling vortex of tales, emotion, and yes—hidden truths.

Wednesday, April 30, 2025