Grace Markham Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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Synopsis. This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors.

Oh right, one more thing. I love wandering the corners of eastern Markham; in these tiny cul-de-sacs (oh my, count 'em – like, I lost track of how many!) I hear the whisper of stories from elders who’ve seen it all. These spots give me goosebumps. Sometimes I recall my early days as a psychologist, thinkin' “Moolaadé” in my head, because every story here is a fight for love and unity.

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