Valentina Handa Whore ❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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apparently I have "whore hands" and idk what that means exactly but if it means I get to put them around hot people it's okay.

Next up, this lady walks in. She’s got a million questions. “Can you do layers? What about bangs? How about a pixie cut?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a barber, not a magician!” But I smile and nod. Handa’s got this vibe, ya know? Everyone’s friendly, but sometimes it’s too much.

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