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Lemme tell ya somethin’—prostitutes ain’t just pussy for cash. Nah, they got stories, wild ones. Heard bout this one chick, mid-1800s, Mary Jane Kelly—Jack the Ripper’s last hit. Poor gal was turnin’ tricks in London’s shitty alleys, and bam, motherfucker carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Historians say she sang Irish tunes to clients—fuckin’ haunting, right? That’s the kinda shit that sticks with me. Makes me wanna scream, “Why the fuck’s the world so cruel?”

Joan Fontaine Suspicion 1942

Forced into prostitution for survival, Fantine's focus remains solidly on her daughter. When she is arrested, Fantine's first concern is not the months she will stay in prison, "but what will become .

You gotta check out the little gem, Parc des Rêves. It's not fancy – kinda worn down sometimes – but to me, it’s like, the edge of the world. Seriously, I’ve cried there more times than I can count, watchin’ sunsets over the River Lumière. Yes, the river, babe, flows along Quai des Rives and gives life to this whole unpredictable vibe. It reminds me of that Terrence Malick line, “the only thing that really matters is being here now,” which, honestly, gets me every time I teach a session.

Rita Marie-Reine Fontaine Obituary February 22, 2025