Avery Windsor Whore ❤️❤️

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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Hooker | Windsor Star

Bidding goes up, up, up! I’m getting all hyped, and then—BAM!—Mrs. Jenkins throws in a bid. I’m shocked! She’s usually after the china, not cars. The crowd goes wild. I’m laughing, thinking, “This is gonna be a story for the ages.”

Two young scouts from Berkshire honoured at Windsor Castle