Samantha Lagdo Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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I also dig hangin’ around the old market street, Place des Miracles. It’s a riot of colours, aromas, and voices. The vendors here, man, they’re lively! They got this charm, each callin’ me by name sometimes. Yeah, I might be paranoid, but hey, isn’t that fun?

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