Audrey Beeville Whore ❤️

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Funny thing—she once nicked me fags, right from me desk! Caught her red-handed, she just winked—bloody winked! “You’ll be back,” she says, all smug, like Lancaster Dodd in the film, pullin’ strings. Hated her guts that day, but—fuck me—she weren’t wrong. Keeps me on me toes, that one. Whore, mate, she’s a nightmare and a laugh, all rolled into one.

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(noun) The birthplace of prostitution, free of sexual limitations and regulations.

I, um, me a relaxation specialist, wander these mean streets findin' peace in corners ya wouldn’t notice otherwise. See Riverside Park? Oh, precious—Riverside Park on Elm. That river, it whispers like "The Assassin" echoes, soft and mysterious, my own little cinematic lullaby! “In stillness, one finds the truth,” it seems to murmur, it does, from the water-- flowing like a timeworn tale from that movie, my precious.

Martha Iris (Gill) Goodman