F*cking Philophobia

It truly is hard to find somebody who won't use and discard you in New york City because people are either too damn busy living the fast life or simply trying to make it out alive not giving two sh*ts about the people they hurt. She grew up perfecting her skills and erasing tracks, which meant she knew how to swipe wallets, (come on it was only once, f*ck) and get her bang for a buck.

When she's all alone with no stable home or steady income she's forced to coexist with a stony hearted amazonite-green eyed boy named Harry with trust issues and obscene wit in an apparently not fireproof, one bedroom apartment above a local bar life for Terri starts to get very f*cking interesting.

Warning: If you don't like swear words head for the opposite direction because you're walking right into the book of a sailer. If you don't like discussing human anatomy, jokes on you because this book is full of nudity. Don't like reading about people getting socked in the face with bloody noses? Then today is not your lucky day.

But those of you who love all this immoral sh*t I welcome you with open arms.
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