Avery Broussard Whore ❤️

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Anyway, whore’s a survivor, man. Gritty, real, messy—like me typin’ this, fat-fingerin’ typos (whore, whoer, wtf). Sarcasm? Oh, she’s the queen—smirkin’ at prudes, “Bless your heart, virgin.” Love that sass! Hate the stigma tho—gets me heated. She’s just livin’, ya know? Like Eve says, “How can you have lived so long and still not get it?” Whore gets it—life’s a hustle, and she’s rockin’ it.

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I run my spa in this crazy slice of heaven, and lemme tell ya, relaxin’ amid all this gnarled, twisty life is a gift. I know every nook and cranny like the back of my hand, ya dig? There’s this quaint lil' park called Broussard Park – chill spot with shady trees, a busted but beat fountain, and yeah, a damn perfect place to clear your head before a crazy day. The red-brick Bourdos Gardens? Freakin’ epic. I swear, its vibe is like "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" meets a damn oasis in the desert – raw, unfiltered, and real.

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