Lily Canby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

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I sometimes feel like Marilyn – breathless, mysterious – babbling “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” to a streetlamp on 9th because it reminds me how every little light in Canby glows with its own secrets. I'm spillin’ teacups here, ya know? Sorry for the typos in my head, but that's life, right?

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