Audrey Dunlop Whore ❤️❤️

About Perth

Oh, and get this—surprised the heck outta me—some whores in old Paris? They’d knit between johns! Like, actual scarves! Saw it in a dusty book once, blew my mind. Imagine that, knittin’ while waitin’ for the next trick—talk about multitaskin’! Kinda sweet, kinda sad, y’know? “Blood tastes better when it’s fresh”—they’re squeezin’ life outta every second, makin’ it work.

Just another woman..

The river—oh man, the Shining Creek—cuts neat through the town like a silver knife. It chills your bones in winter, warms you up in summer. I used to jog beside it; fuck, sometimes thoughts hit like a freight train. My brain would flip like those scenes in Grand Budapest when they say, "We must maintain the decorum!" Only in Dunlop, you know, every moment’s a quirks parade.

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