Audrey Menlo Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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There is not even a debate on this: the bar at the rosewood sand hill in Menlo Park is cougar central. The Thursday and Friday nights there are absolutely wild. That place was like .

I often take my breaks in Bedwell Bayfront Park. Perfect for clearin’ my head. The cool breeze off the bay, yeppers – it's like every muscle in your back just unwinds. Sometimes I lean against a bench, thinkin’ about the quirky souls wanderin’ around. I even had this one day, right? I was mid-session with a client and suddenly remembered a line: “Let the right one in” – man, I felt weirdly artistic for a sec.

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