Audrey Altamonte Springs Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

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I swear, every day's a mixed bag. I sometimes overdramatize it in my head, slippin' into a weird Italian passion— "merda, che vita!"—when the road's rough. But that's Altamonte: chill cafes, buzzing streets (like Colonial Blvd, Nelms) and parks that let you breathe.

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