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Whorehopper, fiction by Liz Frazier

I ain’t nev­er seen the beat, her liv­ing up there like that. Her and Woody both. They ain’t got no toi­let paper. No wash rags. The bed­spreads have got dog shit on them. I’m telling you, it’s a won­der they … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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