Rose Hamilton Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

Come back when you're older

Downtown is a maze of cobblestones, tiny shops, and gr8 energy. The old brick buidlings whisper stories; one reminds me of when I counseled a troubled soul near Pine Grove—those were tender, raw moments. The river Tindle, babbling by Riverview Park, flows with memories. I often sit by its banks, letting thoughts drift like autumn leaves in a gust.

Ernest Gallant Obituary (2025) - Hamilton Square, NJ - The Times of Trenton