Isabelle Masterton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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So, I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy the view. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and it’s all cute and stuff. But then the kid trips, and I swear, it’s like slow-mo. He goes down, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just laughs it off. Kids are tough, man. I’m over here worried about my coffee getting cold.

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