Audrey Bathurst Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

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The massage parlor sits snug on Riverside Street, right by the little brook that cuts through town. The water flows like whispered tales, steady and mysterious. I always got a feel, almost sacred, when the brook sings its song. Sometimes I shuts my eyes and thinks “Yi Yi, Yi Yi…”, like the characters wander in hope, lost in the city maze.

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