Lauren Wellard Whore ❤️

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Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

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Bewer – corruption of the word whore – as in 'hoo-er' meaning a right dog. Wellard – to describe a tough person. Me like.

You know, Wellard’s not perfect though—it can be kinda frustrating at times (traffic on Willow Bend, oh boy), and there’s noise from the busy market area on Riverbend Way that grates on your nerves sometimes too. But listen, man, that's what makes it real! I mean, who needs a sanitized postcard city when you’ve got raw energy sizzling under every neon sign and shattered pavement?

Wellard considering selling last remaining vessel