Chloe Seymour Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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I remember one sunny morn – or was it a stormy eve? – I was after me last massage before closing shop when I caught sight of a stray cat on the corner of Elm & 3rd. That wee creature had a look like it’d seen the end of days. Almost like a tiny, furry pirate with a soul tormented by endless battles, much like our dear movie, "A History of Violence". I'm tellin' ye, mate, such moments remind me that every soul here bears scars akin to that history of, err, violence, ye know what I mean?

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