Savannah Kerns Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lucerne

I’m strollin’ – thinkin’ about Larry Gopnik. Poor schmuck – wife dumps him. Me? I’m happier – scopin’ tail. Found this chick once – total knockout. Red heels – clickin’ loud. Asked her – “How’s business?” She laughs – “Mister, it’s a mitzvah!” Straight outta the Coen flick – I swear. Cracked me up – sharp gal. But – damn – prices? Pissed me off. Fifty bucks – for what? Quick hustle – no soul. Greedy – like Sy Ableman stealin’ your life.

Richard Kern on Philip Lorca-diCorcia’s ‘Hustlers’

I loooove how the city feels like a secret haven; every stone tells a story, repeating, repeating, like that cold wind. I once spilled my soul right outside an old learning center, Littleston – oh, I was angry, then I laughed, because life is twisted, yes? Hmm, precious, twisted indeed.

Elf display a tribute to Kerns