Audrey Randwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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Randwick’s got that cool vibe on St. Paul’s Ave too. Smaller streets, secrets in corners – hidden cafés, quirky little shops. I sometimes get lost in thoughts, memories, or just my sticky coffee cup. Errr, my head spins sometimes, ya know? LOL, 17 typos or so as I type this – who cares? It’s raw!

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