Everly Borger Whore ❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Now I'm not gonna lie – Borger can get frickin' mad sometimes. Traffic? Boy, you’d think it's a convention of snails. And the heat – it's like steppin' into a grill sometimes. But hey, just like that movie “Fish Tank” says, “You gotta love it even when it pisses you off!” Uh, something like that.

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