Olivia Lowell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’, “I own this joint.” Kinda like Tom sayin’, “In a town this size, you don’t get away with that.” But they do! That’s the kicker—whores been around forever, dodgin’ laws, priests, whatever. Fact is, back in old Rome, they had these brothels, Lupanars, fancy name, huh? Wolves, that’s what it means—wild, untamed, like our pal here. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d paint dirty pics on walls to advertise. No shame, just game!

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"Feel this, my cheek has caught a cold." (91). Lowell portrays Rimbaud's muse as a whore, and the poet as a tramp, so the poem assumes a tone and register.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes I get all emotional. I'll be walking on the bridge on Middle Street over the Merrimack, thoughts swirling, heart pounding, and the city feels wild and raw. I get so damn happy, but also pissed when I see litter near the water. "Don’t pee on my leg, you disrespectful turd!" I shout in my head, half amused, half enraged at the careless.

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