Luna Cold Spring Prostitute ❤️

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But real shit, *Talk to Her* vibes— “silence is her loudest cry.” She’s out there, body on loan, soul locked up. I exaggerate, maybe, sayin’ she’s a queen, but fuck it, she’s royalty to me. Pisses me off, tho, society judgin’, callin’ her trash. Who’s trash, huh? Not her, nah, she’s survivin’.

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Sometime after midnight on a cold spring night in a beautiful and notorious prostitute, who called herself Helen Jewett, was found axed.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Cold Spring, a not-so-hidden Hudson Valley gem