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About New York City

Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that—sounds like a crap poetry book! Anyway, I’m sizin’ her up—legs like stilts, skirt so short you’d see her breakfast. “How much?” I ask, playin’ it cool. She smirks, “More than you’ve got, baldy!” Oi, cheeky cow! Made me angry that—wanted to shout, “I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, ya muppet!” But nah, kept it chill, laughin’ instead.

Classic Poem

find an acceptable location for the prostitute on the fast developing cityscape. If Whitman did frequent prostitutes prior to writing “To a Common Prostitute.

Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

Nancy Lee Whitman Obituary