Angelina Tachiarai Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Farewells from Chiran

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Finally, I make it back to my flock. They’re all chillin’, like nothing happened. I’m like, “You guys have no idea what I just went through!” They just stare at me, probably thinking, “Dude, we’re sheep. We don’t care.”

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