Victoria Haywards Heath Whore ❤️❤️

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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

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But then, I hear this loud bang. I jump up, thinking it’s a car crash or something. Turns out, it’s just some kids messing around with fireworks. I’m like, “Seriously? In the park?” I’m half annoyed, half amused. Kids these days, right?

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