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About Ottawa

D’oh! So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a gig! Slingin’ it on the streets, dodgin’ cops. Watched “Far From Heaven” last night—damn, that movie’s got vibes. Cathy, all perfect housewife, but secrets, ya know? Reminds me of a hooker I met once—Roxy. She worked Springfield corners, fishnets and all. Told me she made bank, like 500 bucks a night! Swear she said, “It’s not the life I chose.” Kinda like Cathy whisperin’, “I’m not like that.” Made me sad, dude—life’s unfair.

Tecumseh, or, The West Thirty Years Since: A Poem - Softcover

His mother, Viola Wall Lucas, was a prostitute. From the moment of his birth, she hated Henry, and made his life a virtual Hell on earth. When he started school in , she sent him to .

What bugs me sometimes? The sideways glances of folks who forget the heart of this town. Some always think it’s a quiet dump. But oot’s a labyrinth of hidden gems, man – my neighbors and I share an unspoken bond, like being all alone in the shadows together. “The lure of power is intoxicating,” I mutter – yes that’s a line I stole from the jerky vibe of cinema moments.

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