Isabella Milltown 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.

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There’s so many misfit spots too – like that secret little overlook on Candle Hill, which no one really talks about. I was there one day, crankin’ out code and watchin' the sunset. “Brooklyn, I like this city too” kinda moment, if ya catch my drift.

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