Audrey Wolcott Whore ❤️

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Little known fact—back in Rome, ancient times, whores had their own goddess, Flora. Party girl, flowers everywhere, real classy shit. Surprised me when I read that—thought, damn, they had respect once! Now? Just sneers. Fuckin hypocrites, all of em. I’d growl at em, “You merely adopted the dark,” coz I see it—the real dark, their grind.

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She was able to converse with him, she had a bit of intelligence and sass. He liked Joanie too. Your common everyday whore probably didn't have much to talk about.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Wolcott (us)! I’ve been livin’ here for ages, runnin’ my chill massage parlor on Main St., right near Third & Elm. Seriously, it's wild how everything feels so alive, ya know? I mean, every nook and cranny in Wolcott has a vibe—rushing energy and some seriously odd little corners. "R2-D2, where are you?" I always mutter when I see the city buzzin’ at night!

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