Aria Kessel Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

Mary M. Hooker-Kessel

Also, I'm loony about the River Bleue. It's so serene sometimes, especially during sunset. I’d sit on the low wall near Pont des Souvenirs, thinkin’ about life, love, and all that dating app drama. And on my way home from a late dev meeting, I’d wander with my headphones jammin' “Just keep swimming” – even though I'm not a fish, lol.

WILLIAM C. KESSEL Obituary September 30, 2008