Audrey Pecan Plantation Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

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Now, let me take you on a ride. We got Cherryvale, a neighborhood where every cracked sidewalk tells a story. A story of bad choices and schadenfreude. And then, Oaktree Ave. – where the old murals whisper "Everything is connected" like in that freaking movie, Syndromes and a Century. Yep, that line sticks. I sometimes hear it when I'm alone. Creepy or poetic, who cares!

Cracking pace set in pecan industry