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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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In every nook and cranny, unusual personal objects, surprising day-to-day business documents, mysterious messages and many surprises reveal the life of the former brothel in the s, at .

First off, I had a meeting at the community center on the other side of Partington. You know, the one on the corner of Central Road? Yeah, that place. I was running late, as usual. I sprinted outta my flat, dodging the usual gang of kids on bikes. They’re like little tornadoes, I swear.

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