Audrey Blacon Whore ❤️

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So, whores – man, where do I start? Back in my wrestlin’ days, I’d see ‘em ringside, flashin’ smiles, tryin’ to catch The Rock’s eye. Didn’t work, baby – I’m too busy droppin’ People’s Elbows! But real talk, whores ain’t just some street corner cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, playin’ the game harder than most. Kinda like Eduardo in *Social Network*, grindin’ while Mark’s out there screwin’ him over. “I was your only friend!” – damn, that line hits. Whores got that vibe – loyal ‘til you cross ‘em.

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Andrew Molloy-Flynn well there does seem like a surplus of whores and weed in the port so you could kill 2 birds with one stone cannabis.

First off, I hit the streets of Blacon, right? I’m strutting down Blacon Point Road, feeling all cool. Then bam! I trip over a pothole. Classic Blacon. Like, can we fix these roads, please? I’m not trying to audition for a slapstick comedy here.

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