Katherine Forst Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

Be Kind. Do Good. Fly Fish.

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I been runnin’ my parlor at Forst’s corners plenty of times. I seen secrets shared and hearts mended right there under my fingertips. Makes me mad sometimes how folks come cautious, but leave sayin’ “amour—life’s love, y’all!” like in Haneke’s film – bittersweet, right?

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