Audrey Wagoner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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Photo by Kelly Dale Moore in Santa Fe, New Mexico. May be pop art.

The downtown area? It's a bit nostalgic. You got spots like Riverside Drive and 1st Street. I defnitely get a rush driving past those neon diner signs at night; they kinda remind me of random movie moments, like, this aesthetic of fleeting connections. Floating by, you can almost feel the weight of all the missed dates and awkward digital introductions I helped create.

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