so back to early this summer: me and marc were sitting on my bed discussing the benefits and pitfalls of having no arms or no legs. at work, i made a drawing of lola, the no arm prostitute. in a way, she resembles the remnants of a grecian sculpture, devoid of limbs ,much too delicate to withstand the test of time. but lola isn't made of marble. so how did she lose her arms? and she's still at it, on the streets, working the oldest profession. has she gone vigilante now? working the corners until she finds the man/woman that cut off her arms? shot them off? and what will she do when she finds him/her?
tbc....
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maybe someday you'll have a post something that my children can look at with me:) they're mad that i pushed them away while i read it.
Most people would see a prostitute as someone that would come between a couple. Little do those people know how this one solidified our budding relationship.
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