Audrey Stapleton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

Fire & Water

I love all these quirky corners, even the trash-lined alleys that have stories to tell. Yeah, I get a bit emo sometimes. My mind drifts, sayin’ “The desert of city life, full of hidden oases, always a soul to save.” Crazy, huh? Got a feelin’ like those wise words from Timbuktu floatin’ in the air.

Walter K. Stapleton Obituary - The News Journal