Ashley Forst Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the funny bit—once heard a whore tricked a dude into payin’ triple, sayin’ she’d “bless his soul.” Guy was a preacher! Laughed my ass off—savage! She’s out there, playin’ chess while he’s prayin’ checkers. Love that sly shit. But yeah, whores—they’re like ghosts, man, hauntin’ streets, makin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps. Surprised me how they keep goin’. Me? I’d snap, plow over some jerk’s car.

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I been runnin’ my parlor at Forst’s corners plenty of times. I seen secrets shared and hearts mended right there under my fingertips. Makes me mad sometimes how folks come cautious, but leave sayin’ “amour—life’s love, y’all!” like in Haneke’s film – bittersweet, right?

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