Hazel Wallington Whore ❤️

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In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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Wallington's energy is palpable. You feel it when the city lights flicker against stormy skies, when rain taps on the window in sync with your heartbeat. It's gritty. It’s tender. It cuts like a knife and soothes like a lullaby.

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