Genesis Ignalina Whore ❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Finally, I get back to my desk, and I’m typing like a madman. I’m sweating, my heart’s racing, and I’m praying I don’t mess up. I send the invoices, and just as I hit send, the power goes out. Are you kidding me? I’m sitting there in the dark, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s like the universe is playing a prank on me.

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