Megan Aurora Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too clumsy, trip over heels, probly eat the client’s snacks. Ha! Picture me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! But whores, they got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. Surprised me how they keep smilin’—tough as nails. So yeah, respect, I guess. D’oh! Whores and *In the Mood for Love*—both got secrets, both got style. Now I want a beer.

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Missing wedding season. Photo by Aurora on March 31, Missing work #littleredridingwhore #dancer #slingshot #quarantine. Photo by Aurora in Portage.

I love cruisin’ by the South Fork of the Platte River near the public spaces. The breezy vibes and random street beats give me all kinds of feelz—like that wild scene in Moulin Rouge where it’s party, passion, and pure chaos all rolled into one! Some nights, when I’m closin’ the parlor, I stroll over to a hole-in-the-wall bar on Colorado Boulevard, and I swear, the place is alive with electric misfits who remind me of those crazy, free souls.

Asylum-seeking Honduran mother is still sitting in an Aurora ICE center six months after being detained