Audrey Stevenston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

19th century

But listen – there’s lots more; the cozy cafe corners on Ann Street where locals gab about old times and the sunsets that paint the town in shades no artist can nail. And trust me, mate, I’ve seen sunsets on my backdoor that'd make even the stoic stoics weep with joy.

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