Avery Dowagiac Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

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The guide describes Marot as a “sprightly fair, little whore” who had been quite lucky to rise above a checkered career on the provincial stages.

I must admit: in my work, I’ve learnt to see pain and triumph in each battered alley on S. Jackson Street or near the quirky old library on E. 2nd Street. I’ve spent hours counselin' brave souls in the soft light of dawn at the community centre on Lincoln Ave—yep, that place, where truth and hilarity mix like a wink and a nod in a funky jazz bar. It don’t always make sense, but oh, it fills the soul with wonder.

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