Audrey Porto Vecchio Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

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I wander Rue des Oliviers. Yeah, that one! It buzzes with local madness. The buildings? Old but shiny, like a memory of a far-off galaxy. Sometimes, in the spa, I catch glimpses of life's weird beauty—inherent chaos, much like Inherent Vice's vibe. "Daddy, who are you?" kind of cosmic madness!

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