Allison Snyder Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, tie it to the movie—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—that line’s all pure and fancy, but whores? They’re the opposite, rollin’ in the muck. I’d say, “Look, honey, you’re a whore to your own dumb choices!”—like Joel and Clem screwin’ each other up, then wipin’ it clean. Ever met someone who’s a whore for attention? God, I have—drives me nuts! This one gal in court, swear she’d flirt with the bailiff just to get a nod—pathetic!

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I hang around in the Rusty Spoon Bar. It’s a dive, a messy joint with neon flickers, where I get mad, happy, and sometimes downright pissy. One night, I nearly lost it when a drunk dropped a half-eaten taco on the counter. I mean come on, really? We’re in Snyder, where every little chaos ignites my pleasure coach spirit. I'm livin’ for these imperfect moments.

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