Aurora Solon Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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I know some secrets too. There's this hidden speakeasy down on River Bend. You almost miss it, tucked behind old warehouses. Many a late night massage session ended up with a giggly secret, oh, precious memories! Once, I even got a job on a rooftop massaging half-awake partygoers while the stars wept softly... such ironic beauty, we hates the hurt, we loves the relief.

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