Audrey Deeside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe this, but I just saw a fox on Deeside Lane!” I’m thinking, “A fox? In the middle of the day?” I mean, I love wildlife, but come on! This is a busy road! I told him to get a pic, but he was too busy chasing it. Classic Dave.

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