[ Aw, well isn't that poetic? Johanna's perched on some rubble from an ill-fated firework experiment, bruised and grinning like a jackal. She's got a bottle of hard, cheap liquor in one hand, which she raises for Bianca. ]
They'd whore you out with a voice like that, where I'm from.
[ It's pointless to pretend that Capitol performers are anything but. Johanna's been in the propos. She knows.
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They'd whore you out with a voice like that, where I'm from.
[ It's pointless to pretend that Capitol performers are anything but. Johanna's been in the propos. She knows.