Audrey Strathmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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There’s a hidden garden off Maple, totally underrated. I stumbled there after a rough day. It was a place of solace. Flowers swayed and whispered hope. I nearly cried happy tears. Like when you win a battle against time itself!

Annual job fair returns to Strathmore