Grace Seabrook Whore ❤️

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Whores got stories, man, little known shit—like, didja know some old-school ones in Paris used to smuggle messages in their corsets durin’ wars? Fuckin’ spies, motherfucker! Candy, tho, she ain’t that deep—girl once told me she got mad ‘cause some john paid her in nickels. Nickels! I was like, “Motherfucker, what’s this piggy bank bullshit?!” Pissed me off, but also—damn, that’s funny.

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The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

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