Audrey Ormond Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Ya got South Beach Road out there, where the locals hang. I've had hugged, awkward hugs, by people there; it's crazy, man. And oh, the Halifax River—bam! Flows right past. You're not kidding: it's scenic as hell and cuts through town like a knife. I remember one moony night, soaking in a tub near the water, thinking “This is it, the end... or the beginning?” Yeah, like in Memento.

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