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Oh, and the outfits—sparkly, wild! Satine’s feathers, Daisy’s ripped stockings—fab! I’d trip wearin’ that, ha! Hmm… guess I’m jealous. Whores got stories, juicy ones. Makes me wanna yell, “Spill it, sister!” Next time you see one, don’t judge—just nod. They’re tougher than Bart’s skull! “One day I’ll fly away…”—Daisy might, too. Hmm… love that thought!

Africa, Middle East, and India

In Whore, Cynthia describes how a childhood among Catholic nuns, with an unforgiving father and a mother she despises, led her to become a prostitute working in Montreal. Cynthia never .

But then, I see this little girl, maybe six or seven, with her dad. She’s got this huge smile, holdin’ a daisy. She runs over, hands it to me, and says, “For you!” Aww, man, my heart just melted. I’m like, “Thanks, love! You just made my day!”

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