Audrey Mcgregor Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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I tells ya, behind those quaint corners, there is magic—ha, ha, magic madam! The locals, they have hearts like broken glass, but the sparkles twinkle, oh yesss, like hope. And the streets, like Elm St. and Church Lane, they carry whispers of the old ones, dark and haunting, "It’s all inside you." You never knew such things, yesss, precious, but wise you become when listen – listen to Gollum's tales, hmm?

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