Skylar Hirson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—heard tell she once conned a navy captain outta his gold teeth, right on Waikiki shore! Left him smilin’ gummier than a shark, an’ she just sashayed off, laughin’. That’s whore fer ye—bold as brass, slippery as eel. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ o’ that poor sod. But it’s her spark what gets me—untamed, like the sea herself. “Why’d you do it?” I’d ask, an’ she’d prob’ly say, “Why not, Jack?”

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I got mad at the noise near Rue du Chaos one time—screams of traffic and laughter mixed. It reminds me of my wild youth in cinema nights. I gotta laugh about that.

Manea bid a fond farewell to village doctor Richard Hirson