"Hey, you...guy. The dames, eh? Yeah, the dames. Stupid dames. You having any luck with the horses? No, the horses are all...idiots. You know, between the dames and the horses, sometimes I don't even know why I put my hat on."
That's how people talk in bars, isn't it?
girl, 22. noir tropes, girl groups*, problem plays, deadwood. militant cheerleader music and iconic red dresses and sexy praying. gets extra about perfume samples and helen of troy. excitable & overdressed student / literary intern, weirdo background ft. romanian expats and ivory tower towns, weirdo present living with the love of my life in downtown nyc. never making it up.
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