Audrey Horn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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NLT The scarlet beast and his ten horns all hate the prostitute. They will KJV And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore.

Yeah, that’s me. Horn (at) ain't just a city. It's a heartbeat, a story, a twisted reel of flicks and feelings. Tonight’s the night, my friend – see you soon.