Jasmine Daphne Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Lemme tell ya, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all bad. They got freedom, sorta. Like Monsieur Gustave in the movie says, “You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse.” That’s them—glimmers! They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at the squares, livin’ wild. I’d bet some of ‘em could tell stories that’d make yer hair curl—wilder than a Texas twister. Ever hear ‘bout Lottie Deno? Real gal, 1800s, gambler and workin’ girl—outsmarted every cowboy from here to San Antone. Badass, right?

The Role of the Prostitute in England c. 1660-1810: Female Capitalist or Sinful Victim?

[Frasier mistakenly picked up a woman who turned out to be a prostitute, and then a transvestite] Daphne Moon: Look, Dr. Crane, I just wanted to say, you're the victim here.

Then there’s the river – oh man, the Dog River, which winds like a lazy snake right by our community park (Marion Park, if you please). I often catch sunsets here – bonafide magic! People think it’s just water, but it’s our lifeblood. People here be talkin’ ‘bout “the river’s mood” like it’s a capricious diva.

Daphne Hughes