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Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school hookers used to carry bells? Yeah, jingle-jangle to signal they’re open for biz! Ain’t that wild? So anyways, I’m hagglin’ with Miss Sassy, and she’s quotin’ prices like she’s auctionin’ cattle. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re purdier than a peach, but I ain’t rich!” She laughs, says, “You’re a hoot, grandpa!”—and I’m tickled pink, feelin’ like a kid again. Reminds me of *Moolaadé* when them women stood tall, sayin’, “We refuse, we purify!”—she’s got that fire, y’all.

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Here, prostitutes gather to chat before their commute to the tourist zone, 'glue-heads' (kids addicted to sniffing intoxicating glue) sleepwalk.

Oh, and lemme add—idk why, but I’m still trippin’ on the chaotic beauty of Washington-Terrace. It's messy, unpredictable, and sometimes downright maddening (yeah, I get mad as hell sometimes!). People here are open about their desires; their vulnerability, their lust—no masks, just raw life. And I, as a sexologist, see beauty in that unfiltered honesty.

William Marvin Matthews Obituary March 18, 2024