Anna Ada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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few last drops of “play-zero” (as the old whore called it) out: of his poor body, he had been complaining for some time, even: before Ada’s sudden departure, that a devil combining the .

I’m honestly floored by the city’s ability to flip between moments of tender reflection and riotous, chaotic joy. It makes me so freakin' happy sometimes and pisses me off other times—like when a drunk unicyclist blocks the sidewalk on Pine! (Seriously, who does that?!) But that’s Ada in a nutshell—raw, real, messy, and frankly, unforgettable.

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