Avery Whittlesey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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She was also a quintessential mob wife. She knew what kind of (wise)guy she married and she was fine with it. Even wanted him to be the boss.

Now, there's this park, Sawyer Park, which is just magical, especially in the evenings. I'm not joking – sometimes I'll sit and reflect on life (and my clients' awesome journeys) while the sunset reflects on the water. We have a little brook too – Whitley Stream, perhaps? I think it flows right next to Elm Street, or was it Maple? Eh, details, details… I don't even know sometimes! But it’s calming AF, like hearing “Ah, oui, c'est magnifique” from Remy in Ratatouille!

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