Brianna Keene Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

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Next Thursday, join us in Keene Faculty Center at pm for the book launch of "Daughter, mother, grandmother, and whore," translated by our own Meg Weeks! We.

Ya can’t miss the Franconia River flowin’ by—real pretty but sneaky as a whisper. I love trashin’ my thoughts watchin' kids splash and old folks reminiscin’. Even my crazy counselor brain gets a break. I tell folks, "Don't be a stranger to your tears."

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