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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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New journal diary from Willow Winters. Willow Winters merchandise. Diary of a Book Whore. New! Has attached satin ribbon bookmark and elastic on back cover.

I gotta tell ya about our quirky neighborhoods. There's the old brick quarter near 3rd & Elm, where the buildings look like they’re straight outta a time warp. And then, there's that wonky spot on Lincoln St. where artists hang loose. Duuuuude, each time I get a massage request from someone who lives there, I swear the energy’s that same raw vibe: mysterious, edgy, like a glimpse into another dimension. It’s like every muscle I knead tells a little tale of their lived lives. So cool, right?!

BOM predicts one of the warmest winters on record