Her name wasn't important.
Her smile was important, the way it lit up a room, the way you felt when she had one on her face because of you.
Her body was important, every curve in the right place, every part of her seemingly perfect, and the total being much more than the sum of them.
Her mind was important, sharp, witty, everything you said would be taken in, looked at, judged, and replied to with a much smarter and wiser response.
But her name, that wasn't important. After all, she changed it for every man or woman who paid.
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