Lauren Yoko Whore ❤️

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Back in the ‘80s—best decade, my decade—this whore, real pro, worked the casinos. Little known fact—she scammed some dope, big shot, took his Rolex! Smart, I’ll give her that—very smart, but sleazy. “Ain’t no shame in it,” she’d say—movie vibes, right? Jesse James’d rob her blind, though—coward Ford’d just cry. Me? I’d fire her—bam, gone, outta here!

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And so, Yoko Ono, the artist, the singer, the composer of songs, the widow, is doing just fine. “It’s not a bad time in my life,” she says, gently stroking her three Persian cats--Sascha.

So, where do I start? Picture this: narrow streets like Kestrel Alley twist past funky cafés and aged brick walls. Ever been on Soln Street? It's an odd, vibrant street. I've spent a ton of time there counselling women, know what I mean? One million dollars! Ha!

Yoko Ono, Demonized No Longer