Paisley Keene Whore ❤️

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So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

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Next Thursday, join us in Keene Faculty Center at pm for the book launch of "Daughter, mother, grandmother, and whore," translated by our own Meg Weeks! We.

Ya can’t miss the Franconia River flowin’ by—real pretty but sneaky as a whisper. I love trashin’ my thoughts watchin' kids splash and old folks reminiscin’. Even my crazy counselor brain gets a break. I tell folks, "Don't be a stranger to your tears."

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