Gabriella Summerfield Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Her short story, "Ten Gallons a Whore," appeared in Writers of the Future, and she is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America. Her future.

Stroll down Hawthorn Ave. – damn, it's a soul-stirrin' spot. I mean, walkin' those cracked sidewalks, you feel every bitchin’ memory. That street shows grit, life's scars, and pure beauty. It’s like I always say – "You’re the one who makes that life worth livin’!" (Yeah, a twist on Let the Right One In, motherf***er!)

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