Harper Meerhoven Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

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Finally, I make it home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, gnome by my side, and think about how wild today was. Meerhoven, you crazy little city, you never fail to surprise me. I love it here, even with all the chaos.

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