Ava Asbury Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

A House Is Not a Home

Photo by Britton Asbury in Cloak and Dagger Tattoo Studio. 39 likes brittonhatesyou “I'm just a small town internet whore”.

Oh my gosh, so lemme tell ya 'bout Asbury (us) – it's a real character, innit? Picture this: winding little lanes like Maple Street and Oak Lane where every nook has a story, y'know? This city’s like a potpourri of surprises on every corner. I was strollin' down River Road the other day (oh, the River Ash flows right through – add a poetic vibe, right?) and I nearly tripped over a stone just because I was lost in thought about fam relationships and, erm, life in general. Quid pro quo, my dear!

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