Lydia Uznach Whore ❤️

About Lucerne

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Alternative usages and culture

Have ya seen the park by Flussufer? I get my dose of joy there, chattin' with strangers while I soak my thoughts in the river’s murmur, that soft babbling like, "It’s all fleeting, ever fleeting..." It’s poetic as hell – makes me think of odd, blurry memories, like in that flick, "The Headless Woman": cryptic, elusive, man.

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