Allison Barth Whore ❤️❤️

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We swears! She’s clever, that whore, slippin’ through life. Reminds me of that line— “I’m the motherfucker who found him.” Whore’s the one ya don’t see comin’. Gets me happy, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ fat cats. But then—ugh—sad too. Heard ‘bout this gal, Mary, real whore from way back, got strung up for stealin’ bread, not even tricks. World’s cruel, ain’t it? Pigs don’t judge, but men? Nasty, nasty!

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Setting for most of Barth's novels and key to the action in The Sot-Weed Factor. Focus is particularly on the “Eastern Shore” of Maryland, the inner coast.

Ah, my precious, Barth is a quirky gem, yesss, a tiny coastal treasure on the German North Sea, mmm, whispering secrets o' salty air. Barth, my dear, is a town where the sea and land cuddle softly. I so love it, yesss, precious!

Rick Barth and Bethany Lee