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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

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After that, I stroll down to Church Street. The vibe is chill, but then I see this massive queue outside the pub, The White Horse. What’s the deal? Turns out they’re doing a quiz night. I’m like, “I’m in!” I love a good quiz. But then I realize I don’t know anything about geography. Like, what’s the capital of Mongolia? Who even knows that?

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