Olivia Douglas Whore ❤️❤️

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We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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Anyway, the meeting wraps up, and I’m feeling kinda pumped. We’re making some big moves for the festival next month. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat, and I just start laughing. Because, why not?

David Neumann Will Receive Douglas and Ethel Watt Critics Choice Award at the Chita Rivera Awards