Audrey Gifford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

Books by John Ford

Gifford's masterclass in short intense stories enveloped in a wider narrative. Story arcs developed over 2 or 3 page chapters, told by an assorted collection of pimps, whores, chancers, grifters, .

Ah, my dear friend, listen up. I’m chillin’ in Gifford (us) – a city of secrets and surprises. You wouldn’t believe the magic here. I'm a spa owner, yeah, I run a little chill spot on Elm Street near the old library. I swear, this city’s vibe is intense. Dark, mystic, and a bit mysterious, like… like Timbuktu said “I am your father.”

The best half of Super Rugby this season: Phil Gifford