Audrey Maile Whore ❤️

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Sometimes, though, it’s kinda dope. Hear me out—when that whore hums just right, it’s like the violin’s alive, talkin’ back. “The image is a prison,” Godard spits in the flick—yeah, but that sound? It’s freedom, mang, raw as hell. Surprised me once, made me grin like a dumbass. Thought, “Shit, maybe I’m the whore, fuckin’ up this pure thing.” Ha! Tony Montana, philosophizin’ over sawdust—how’s that for a laugh?

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Oh, and check this out: what many don't know – near the old train depot on Eastside, jimmy’s junction (yeah, that's a nickname from the locals) – there's a secret spot. You sit, think, and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a glimpse of some raw human truth. That's where I often find serenity; my brain ticks dear secrets there, like a hidden room, whispering stories.

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