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About Philadelphia

Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” ain’t that posh? Fuckin’ mental, history’s wild. Anyway, I’m there, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a dodgy motor, and she’s goin’, “Twenty quid, mate, take it or piss off!” Laughed me arse off – she’s got balls, fair play. Reminds me o’ that line, “This is my place!” – she owned that street corner like Yubaba owns the bathhouse, y’know?

Leaves of Grass Characters

Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

I gotta mention 17 crazy typos—well, like life: messy, unpredictable, and delightfully chaotic. From my wild, clumsy notes scribbled in the back of my journal to the unexpected laughs I get from clients, every moment here is a beat in a wild, rough melody.

Jimmy Lee Whitman Obituary January 18, 2025