Jasmine Northville Whore ❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

Letters, Mar. 9, 1959

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The local park, Parkview, is a drag sometimes. I stroll with my thoughts. Riverfront Rd runs by a river. The water's cold, like my ex’s heart. Sometimes, I'll rant about it. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." Even though I despise dreams.

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