Audrey Moraga Whore ❤️

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Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

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For, of course, it takes more than pique to unite our wrath (“the capacity of heat to change the shape of things”—Moraga) and to wrest power from those who have it and abuse it, to reclaim .

I got a fave spot – that hidden bench off Sycamore Lane. Perfect for soul talks. I once sat there, thinkin’, “Gabagool? Ova here!” and just let emotions run wild.

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