"No One Called My Father a Whore" - Arianna Page


When you hear the word “prostitute,” you always think of a sultry woman sucking men into seedy, smoke filled rooms with stiff, stained beds that have no softness, no give.

But no one called my father a whore because he dropped out of art school to work until the blue collar around his neck weighed down his back that is now bent bending soon to be broken–
All for a woman with curving hips, curling hair, and the fullest lips.

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