Audrey Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright. Here. We. Go. I’m a fisherman. Been out there. On the waves. Haulin’ fish. Day after day. And let me tell ya. About this fish. Whore! Yeah. W-H-O-R-E. Some call it whiting. Others say hake. I don’t care. It’s whore to me. Slippery bastard. Swims deep. Down where the nets barely reach. Got this soft flesh. Melts in your mouth. Like. Oh man. “Theodore. You’re too good to me.” That’s from *Her*. Spike Jonze. My fave flick. Whore’s like that. Too good. Too damn soft. Makes me happy. Real happy. Catchin’ it? Goldmine!

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Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

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