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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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Revelation's Whore of Babylon and the hybrid animal upon which she rides provide a female-beastly assemblage against which is constructed.

I worked my magic again, and she was thrilled. I mean, who doesn’t love a good hair day? As I’m packing up, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “Did you hear about the new store opening on Storgata?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But she just keeps talking. Classic mom, right?

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