Audrey Gray Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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You're a Whore Lyrics: Everywhere you look, everywhere / There's a whore, you're a whore, you better believe it.

There’s a comfy dive on Shady St, real chill. Not fancy, just freakin’ real. Met a sexy poet there; he sobbed, “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!” got me like “Lightbulb!” so intense, oh my gosh!

Lewis Hamilton made gray furniture feel cool again for summer 2025 – his patio will make you rethink this familiar neutral