Zara Lugoff Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this chick—or dude, who knows?—sells love for bread, right? Swinging ’60s vibe, free love, but with a tab—shagadelic twist! Reminds me of Oldboy’s “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but here’s the rub—nobody’s laughin’, yeah? They’re hidin’ tears, masks on, groovin’ solo. Gets me gutted, mate! Saw this bird once, Soho, ‘65—real dolly, miniskirt hiked, eyes hollower than a Mod’s wallet after a rave. Asked her story—bloke ditched her, kid starvin’, she’s whorin’ to eat. Bloody hell, made me wanna punch the git who bolted!

Letter to a Dead Girl

Tom Borowski says is refusing to come out of a room at the Mona Lisa Motel on West DeKalb Street in Camden. They have been in the scene since.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Hickory Lane in the East End. Quirky bistros, art on every corner – it makes me kinda weep happy tears. Yup, tears. I got mad at times too – like when a buggy line of code ruined a date match just before a storm of rain (argh, technology, right?!).

Obituary of Dora Smith Anderson