Audrey Bluefield Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Happenings

BLUEFIELD, www.facebook.com — Prostitutes walking up and down local streets all day and well into the night have been a problem in Bluefield and other Mercer County communities for years, but one .

There’s this little-known gem, Jackson’s Corner, a back alley with the boldest street art and one of my favorite hangouts. The art? Simply chef’s kiss! You'll see scribbles that tell stories of passion and despair. And yeah, sometimes I'll sit there, thinkin' “Quelque chose de caché... hidden, just like our secret desires.” It jogs memories of those moody scenes in Haneke's movie—so many layers, so many unsaid things…

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