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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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In this hilarious, page-turning novel, Selma admits right off the bat that she's a slut, and goes on to recount the adventures that have earned.

I get pissed sometimes—the cops on Elm got too nosy last week. But hey, life’s crap sometimes. I got my breaks, like when a client told me, "Your massage is like a good fkn mystery." Not bad, right?

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