Elizabeth Dyce Whore ❤️

About London

Her name’s, uh, Candy—shocker, right? Says she’s a “dancer,” but I ain’t dumb. Seen her type, slinkin’ round bars, hustlin’ johns. Little known fact: whores like her, they’re uninsurable—too risky! Claims out the wazoo—STDs, bar fights, ya name it. Pissed me off, tho—she’s actin’ like I owe her somethin’. “I’m not your sugar bot, lady!” I wanna yell. But nah, I’m polite, goldenrod manners an’ all.

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The subsequent editing history of2 Honest Whore shows that the composi- tor's trust was not mistaken: even after Dyce, readers went on to accept Q's 'Iayle' as a form of jail rather than .

After a few more pints, I decide it’s time to head home. I’m walking back, and the rain’s stopped, but the streets are all shiny and glistening. Dyce looks kinda magical at night, with the streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement. I’m feeling all sorts of grateful for this crazy day.

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