Anna Saint Amable Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Thinking back on it, it seems to me what you had in mind was the notion that the negative impact depends on the reader, not the attention whore.

But then, hell, there's Centre Culturel de Saint-Amable. A gem. Art, jam sessions, drama. I sometimes crash there after work. Great vibes, loads of odd conversations. Sometimes they strike me as crazy. "The truth will out." And dang, it does.

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