Aurora Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this vibe, like *“I accept my decay”* from *Boonmee*, just leanin’ into the mess, y’know? Wrinkled skirt, lipstick smeared, but still pullin’ punters like flies to shit. Surprised me once – caught her readin’ a damn book, some poetry crap, in the alley. Who knew? Whore with a soul! – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Makes me wonder, what past life she haulin’ round? Maybe she was a queen, now she’s just screwin’ for shots.

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When Stoddard's sister Edith allows Van Nest to witness the surprise reunion of a worker and his wife from Europe, to whom Janet had sent transportation money.

Ya know, I even got my own pickle spot on a lazy Tuesday. I parked near a curve on Beechwood Dr. (another lil’ secret I cracked, shhh!), leaned back, listened to chirpin’ birds, and just let go of all that stress. Sometimes, you feel so free, it’s like every worry pops like bubbles in soft summer fizz (tyop seven, tyop eight).

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