Audrey Zemst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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I gotta say, Zemst gives me all the feels: happiness when I see its lively square during summer fests, anger when potholes mess up my route to the hipster café (seriously, what’s with these crummy roads?!), and pure shock when an unassuming bench turns out to be the best date spot ever. I even had a moment when I blurted out “Ruh-roh!” at the sight of a stray dog that was chillin’ like a true part of the neighborhood vibe.

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