Fatima Coshocton Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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I gotta mention local history too: Coshocton is filled with tiny museums and historic shops (check out the old train depot on Railroad Ave – it's like steppin’ into a time machine, kinda like that scene in A.I. where the tiny robots scurry about in wonder).

Voters supported two of the three countywide levies on the general election ballot