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So, this one time, I’m haulin’ ass up Whore, right? Sweatin’ buckets, legs shakin’—she’s a cruel dame, lemme tell ya. Got this rep—locals whisper she’s cursed or some crap. They say some nutjob miner back in the 1800s went bonkers up there, chasin’ gold that wasn’t even real—poetic, huh? “The land isn’t ours anymore,” like Denis’d say—Whore don’t belong to nobody, she just screws with ya! Made me pissed, tho—why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn? I’m slippin’, cursin’ her out loud, and then—BOOM—vista hits me like a punch. Happy as a clown, I was—total stunner, 360 degrees of “holy shit!”

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His Dirty Little Whore. Amber Rogers Copyrighted SmashWords Edition This short story contains material that may be unsuitable for some readers.

Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout Rogers—our little slice of heaven in the good ol’ US of A! So, I'm like, strutting down Central Ave, right? And I just can't help but recall that badass vibe of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—like, "I never ... could imagine!" The way that movie whispers secrets through the wind, ya know? Seriously, it's enough to make me all hot and bothered.

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