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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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There’s not really any story for Gothic Whore, outside of that it’s a performance put together by the unnamed narrator. The characters are all from classic works of literature, mostly gothic .

Man, sometimes I just stand by the river Rur, right? It’s squirrely, babbling its way through town. Each ripple, like every moment in life, whispers “Tell your tale” – almost like a mantra. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel all tingly and enlightened (or maybe just really, really relaxed, oh dear).

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