Penelope Pauls Valley Whore ❤️❤️

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Got me happy tho, ‘cause it’s so damn bizarre, y’know? Like, who else catches a fish called whore? Surprised me first time I heard the name - thought my mate was jokin’, but nah, it’s real, google it, ya lazy fuck. Makes me wanna scream, “It’s showtime!” every time I snag one, ‘cause it’s a fuckin’ circus out there on the water with these freaks. Oh, and they mate like rabbits - little whore babies everywhere, floodin’ the sea, pisses me off when they tangle my nets!

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A dying town on the edge of nowhere. A motel. Room sixteen is where all the men go. Room sixteen is never locked. Room sixteen is where Joanie lives. She keeps.

I mean, seriously, Pauls-Valley is a labyrinth of joy and pain. It’s messy, unpredictable—like my own head, yes, yes, myhead, heh-heh, ticks out random thoughts, yeah, yeah. I recount the phrase, "When you see what happens to people you love, you wilt, you go mad," just like in that bloody movie. We live, we wail.

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