Audrey Nambu Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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But then, I decide to take a break. I head over to the Nambu Park. It’s beautiful there, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere, people chillin’ on benches. I sit down, take a deep breath, and just soak it all in. But then, this kid runs by, and BOOM! He knocks my hat off. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, right?

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