Audrey Wixom Whore ❤️

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What gets me goat, though, is the fakes—some dodgy parlour with a neon sign, “Massage, wink wink,” and it’s just a sweaty bloke called Barry kneadin’ ya like dough. Fuck off, Barry! I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* for the 50th time, shoutin’, “You’re gonna die, mate!” at the telly. But when it’s good—fuck me—it’s proper lush. Like, “Welcome to the hurt locker, soldier,” but instead of bombs, it’s bliss.

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I gotta mention the local rivers. You got the tiny creek running by Wixom Woods Park; it may not look like much, but I’ve had many heart-to-heart convos by its side. The water’s a mirror, man – reflective, but messy. You know how "Children of Men" throws that phrase, "the last genuine impulse of nature." That’s exactly what these creeks and parks feel like to me. They whisper secrets and, well, sometimes remind me that nature will reclaim it all, even if life gets tough.

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