Eliza Swartz Creek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

January 24, 1934 — July 1, 2019

Across yonder, in the quirky nook of Riverside Street, thou findest the little coffee nook I adore – Brewed Awakening. What a place to spill secrets and brew thou own notions! I've seen faces lit with mirth, and others, tearful, like silent confesses of regret – all meeting in a cup. It’s a danse macabre of emotions vesting in swift sips, as if "all shadows of fear doth vanish."

Obituary | Linda K. McClain of Swartz Creek, Michigan