Anna Rodenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Oh, and check this out: There's a funky mural on Sonnenstr. that shows a wild collage of life. Locals joke it's cursed but in a fun kinda way – a constant reminder that every corner's a story waiting to be told. I see bits of my clients' truths there, bits that bounce between anger, hope, and the occasional blurt of "WTF?!" when life's too damn surreal.

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