Isabelle Boskoop Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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When we get there, the market’s packed! I’m weaving through people, and I spot the apple stand. I’m like a kid in a candy store! I grab a bag, and Jan’s like, “You’re obsessed!” I’m like, “You don’t even know!”

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