Natalie Grove Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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by saying that Whore “adds little to the hooker canon.” Yet, as Arcan herself has said, it was. Page Transgressive Textualities. Canada and.

After that, I head over to the Grove’s community garden on The Green. It’s a lovely spot, full of veggies and herbs. I’m diggin’ away, and outta nowhere, this bloke starts talkin’ to me. Turns out he’s a chef from one of the local restaurants. He’s all, “I need fresh basil for my pasta!” I’m thinkin’, “Mate, I’m not a supermarket!” But I give him some anyway. Gotta keep the locals happy, right?

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