Sadie Swarthmore Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Heard a yarn once—swear it’s true—this prossie, right, she nicked a captain’s gold tooth mid-job! Slipped it right outta his gob, sold it for a tenner! Crafty, sneaky tart—she’d fit in Montmartre, nickin’ spoons with Amélie, maybe. Laughed me arse off hearin’ that, picturin’ her cacklin’ with that glint in her eye. “Clever, clever, precious!” I’d say, tippin’ me hat.

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Prostitutes, Coolies, Slaves, and Citizens: How Gender, Race, and Class, Constructed Citizenship and the Nation State during the Asian.

Okay, so there's this cute little coffee spot on Main St. (trust me, it's magic). Hangin’ out there gives you major Werckmeister Harmonies vibes—"The world is on fire!" kinda feels. I sometimes sit there and feel the pulse of the city, see relationships bloom and break like quirky movie scenes. Hah, real talk!

James Baldwin for Our Times: A Centennial Celebration :: Cooper Series