Addison Swaffham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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I decide to take a walk down the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I pop into this little thrift store. I’m browsing, and I find this hideous sweater. I mean, it’s bright orange with a cat on it. I HAVE to try it on. I look in the mirror, and I’m like, “What have I done?” But then I think, “Why not?” I buy it. It’s a statement piece now.

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