Elise Iwamizawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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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After that, I’m riding high. The kid’s a star! I’m thinking, “Maybe I should hire him.” But then, I see my boss in the crowd, and he’s not looking happy. I’m like, “Oh no, what now?” Turns out, he wanted me to do a serious pitch, not this fun, spontaneous vibe. I’m like, “Dude, lighten up! It’s a festival!” But he just shakes his head.

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