Audrey Pontiac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

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The local park, Bloomfield Gardens, reigns supreme. It's a chill haven. Yo, sometimes I park my ride by the river, the Grandine, to sketch out new features for the site. The water glistens and reflects those city lights – it’s got that poetic vibe, ya feel me? Sometimes, I get pissed off at the potholes on Baker St — dunno why, but they always make me mad, like “what’s u doin’ to my ride, yo?” but then the vibe uplifts in a snap!

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