Ashley Doffing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

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Several men casually approached me, giving Ian $5, then doffing their jeans for Holly to lube them up. The first one pulled me to my feet.

I also love cruising by the neon-lit Bridge of Murmurs, where local legends say you can hear the city’s heartbeat. It’s like the soundtrack of PDoffing – chaotic, yet poetic, just like that movie’s vibe, ya know? Every flicker of light, every echo, it’s freakin’ magical.

Ronald Paul Doffing