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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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“If I were to make a diorama of 'I Will Always Be Your Whore,' I would construct three slightly run-down Victorians: one for past.

So, I get back to work, and it’s all good until I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footy on the street. They’ve knocked over a trash can. I’m like, “C’mon, guys! Clean it up!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids these days, man. No respect for the bone cutters!

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