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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Finally, the locksmith shows up, and it’s this young woman who looks like she just stepped outta a rock concert. She’s got this tool belt and a wicked smile. She gets the door open in like, two minutes. Dave’s face is priceless. I’m like, “You owe me a drink, mate!”

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