Evelyn Tullahoma Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

Patricia Ann Hooker

I got my own quirks too—like I snap my fingers when a client drops a real funny tale or when my mind drifts, mixing up movies and dreams. It’s all spontaneous, raw, and full of heart. Sometimes I even catch myself laughing at the absurdity of it all, like why damn people rush through life when they could pause and feel each moment?

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