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So, I roll down the window—curious, slow, Larry style. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” She smirks, leans in, says, “What you lookin’ for, pops?” Pops! Me! I’m laughin’—she’s got sass. I’m not buyin’, just talkin’, diggin’ for the scoop. She tells me—$50 for a quickie, $100 for more. Cash up front, no cards. I’m like, “What, no Venmo?” She rolls her eyes—guess I’m old-school. But here’s a tidbit—did ya know some of these gals use burner phones? Like drug dealers! Keeps it secret, safe. Blew my mind—high-tech hookin’!

"To a Common Prostitute" (1860)

To a Common Prostitute. B E composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to .

Yo, listen up, friend. Whitman (us) ain't no cookie-cutter dump. It's gritty, it's live, it's home—aye! I been workin' massage here for years; seen secrets in these streets that even a spy ain't got.

Whitman Alvin Obituary (2025) - Quincy, MA - Hamel-Lydon Chapel & Cremation Service of Massachusetts