Rebecca Dunellen Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

The story of Dunellen

DUNELLEN - Artists and crafters are invited to participate in the 33rd annual edition of "Art on tho Green," sponsored by the. Dunellen-Green.

Some days, I wander near Lincoln Street. Man, you see the quirky coffee shop on that corner? It sorta reminds me of my stints as a family shrink. Families gathering, all that jazz. Oh! And Riverside Lane – it hugs the little stream. The water gurgles secrets, almost like it listens. Whoa, man, mind blown every darn time!

Dunellen firehouse, shuttered by 2021 blaze, makes grand opening