Allison Poole Whore ❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s a storm. Got that vibe, y’know, like Anatolia’s endless plains. “The wind howls, restless…” she’s that wind, man. Blows thru everythin, leaves ya shiverin. I seen her type, slinkin round dives, eyes sharp. Cuts ya deeper than a shank, swear it. She’s a hustler, a ghost, fuckin poetry in heels.

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Poole, Madeleine A manuscript of poetry and graphic works exploring the everyday realities of a queer sex worker, as told through the persona of the Whore.

But then, as I’m eating, I see this old couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hilarious. They’re bickering about who forgot to bring the tartar sauce. I mean, come on! It’s just sauce!

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