Charlotte Keene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Lily Keene She seems not to know her last name, as she asks a receipt to be made to "Trixie the whore" when she makes a deposit at the Deadwood bank.

Hey darlin', lemme tell ya 'bout Keene, US style! I been livin' here for years now, and honey, it's a hoot—kinda like that twist in Caché, y'know? “Hidden in plain sight,” or sums it up, right?

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