Audrey Greer Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Liberating language

I nevver forget the community vibe – it's raw, honest, and emotional. I sometimes feel I've been letting emotions flood me like crazy rapids on the Nerstrand. So raw sometimes!! And sometimes, you just feel mad weirdly happy.

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