Cora Dedham Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m ramblin’, but—hell—whores, they’re people, man! In *Ten*, that gal says, “Life’s simple, you complicate it.” Ain’t that the truth? They’re out there, grindin’, while we’re sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, actin’ holy. Pisses me off, the hypocri—hypocra—uh, the fakes! I’d tip my hat to ‘em, tho. Takes guts. Ever think bout that? Guts! Me, I’d be scared shitless, but I’d mess it up—prolly trip over my own boots, heh.

Brothel clientele

An 18th C. alpha-numerical needlework sampler with a unique floral design in the lower half of the sampler. Image 18” x 17”, Frame ” x 18”.

There’s so much more – little coffee shops, art galleries, and even a crummy diner on Maple where you get the best blueberry pancakes ever. Honestly, Dedham is a mosaic of randomness, each piece more vivid than the last. It kinda reminds me of life's long, sprawling movie: intricate, unpredictable, and often beautiful in its chaotic glory, just like that mind-bending film.

Another honking good protest outside the Dedham Tesla showroom