Audrey Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Pisses me off tho – parts are rare as hell, cost me an arm and a leg. Found a carburetor once, guy wanted 500 bucks – robbery! Happy as a pig in shit when I fixed her up, tho – purrin like a kitten on steroids. Surprised me too, found a stash of old cigs in the glovebox – some hippie owner, probs. “There’s more than meets the eye,” like Fincher’d say, right? Adds character, this Whore’s got stories.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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