Aria Curti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

The whore-stigma allows middle-class commentators to focus on the ‘immorality’ of sex workers rather than on the real issue, which is the poverty of working-class women the world over. It .

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Seriously? I just can’t catch a break. I run to the nearest café on Via Cavour, drenched but laughing. I order a hot chocolate, and the barista gives me a free pastry. Sweet!

Obituary for Glenn J Curtis