Layla Kirkby Whore ❤️❤️

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But, like, in *The Headless Woman*, there’s that line— “I hit something, didn’t I?”—n’ it’s like, whores hit somethin’ in us, too. Society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash, but I’m like, “Who ain’t a lil’ dirty, huh?” Gets me mad, man! Hypocrites everywhere—pointin’ fingers while sneakin’ a peek. Pisses me off! I mean, I ain’t perfect—hell, I’d prolly tip a gal extra for a donut run. Mmm… donuts.

The Crack Whore, Part I

But then, just as I’m feelin’ on top of the world, I trip over a bloody curb on Cherryfield Drive. I go down like a sack of potatoes. My tools go flyin’, and I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “This is how it ends, isn’t it?” But then, the old lady from earlier helps me up. “You alright, love?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, just my pride hurt.”

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