Lauren Alexandra Whore ❤️

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Angry? Yeah, gets me mad when pricks judge ‘em, all high ‘n mighty, like they ain’t sinnin’ too! Hypocrites, slimy rats! “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye,” Oscar mutters, and whores, they’re beauties to some, trash to others. Me, I see ‘em clear, raspy hiss – real folk, survivin’, hustlin’. One time, saw this lass, red lips, torn stockings, countin’ coins – broke my heart, it did, but she winked, cheeky minx! Surprised me, tough as nails, she was.

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“If I were to make a diorama of 'I Will Always Be Your Whore,' I would construct three slightly run-down Victorians: one for past.

Finally, I lock up and head home. I’m walking down the streets of Alexandra, and it hits me. This place is wild. It’s got its quirks, its surprises, and its goats. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even on the craziest days, it’s home.

Warnings as heat goes on in Wānaka, Alexandra