Audrey Rusk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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One day, I got stumped. I was kneading stress from a tired worker. Bam! Over at Central Arcade, a guy danced. I laughed, saying, "C'est la vie!" I felt pure joy then. It was like magic, man! I even messed up my massage oils that day – oops, spilled everywhere, real clumsy moment. You know, typos in life sometimes feel like spilled oil.

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