Ashley Epe Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Me, I’d craft her a violin—strings o’ gold, yeh? Play her a tune, all raspy and raw. “A glorious institution!”—hah, that’s whores for ya! Not all prim, not all filth—jus’ alive, kickin’, screamin’. Drives me mad, happy, wild—my precious! What d’ya reckon, eh? Whores got stories, mate, better’n any flick!

English-Haitian dictionary

Metaleptic gypsic [sic] whore.” The first has a beat that flows with the words while Porco's rhythm limps from line to line. This could be his intent but it.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Are you a ghost?” I’m like, “Nah, just a Mourner.” He looks at me, all wide-eyed, and says, “Cool! Can you haunt my school?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They say the darndest things.

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