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Pisses me off tho, people judgin’ her quick. “Oh, she’s just a slut,” they say—nah, she’s chaos, livin’ loud. Reminds me of Margaret screamin’, “You don’t own me!”—whore’s got that fire too. Met her once, smelled like cigs and regret, eyes all sharp. Told me some dude stiffed her cash—ha! Bet he’s still runnin’ scared. Great Scott, she’s a tornado!

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The Last - a poem by peter solway - All Poetry Forgive me for being forward, but I'm Audrey. I'm blooming in Solway and whore is great! You bring out the wild side in me. Whether it's .

So we head over, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Solway, not London! We scramble for cover under this awning on the corner of King St. I’m soaked, my guitar’s lookin’ like it just took a swim. I’m fumin’, but then I see this little kid jumpin’ in puddles. He’s laughin’ his head off, and I can’t help but crack a smile. Kids, man. They get it.

'Big Bev' fuselage heads to Solway Aviation Museum