Audrey Highfields Whore ❤️

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Great Scott, once saw a whore buskin’—playin’ fiddle better’n me! Strings wailin’, hat fulla coins—made me jealous as hell. Thought, “Doc, you’re a fraud!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my DeLorean she’d outplay me. Whores got stories, man—gritty, real, messy. Like *Dogville*’s end—burn it all down, baby! That’s my take—whores ain’t just whores, they’re freakin’ legends.

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Coke Whore Die(t). Whats my beauty and fitness secrets? All I eat is rice cakes, drink figi bottled water, and have a bump of coke every now and then.

Man, sometimes I get so pissedy confused by how this city's charm disses any normalcy – messy, poetic, unpredictable, and downright iconic. Like Kanye said, “I feel like I'm too busy writing history to read it.” And damn, Highfields writes its own epic daily.

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