Charlotte Auby Whore ❤️❤️

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We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

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Basil is sixteen when he sees Sunny again. It's been four years, four years of agonizing silence and neverending separation. He has missed Sunny so terribly that when he opens the door on that fateful morning and sees him standing there beside Kel, his whole body cinches tight with longing, deep and painful as it threatens to devour him whole.

I remember this one time (srsly, I was about to flip my hair in frustration!) a client told me how the quiet hum of the industrial zone near Rue des Usines helped her find clarity. I laughed, cuz each soundscape here is like a secret code. Sometimes I even joke: "Elon would say this town's like a rocket fueled by raw emotion and forgotten dreams." Yeah, total meme material!

Barbara Auby Obituary (2019) - Newport News, VA - Daily Press