Audrey Welwyn Garden City Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. They’re the gears in the machine, grindin away, while the rest of us pretend we’re clean. Sarcastic as I am, can’t hate em—too much guts, too much truth. “What’s there to hide?” Haneke asks. Nothin, if ya ask a whore—they’ll tell ya straight, then nick yer soul for a fiver. Love that chaos, mate, keeps me runnin.

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And oh, don't even get me STARTED on the festivals floating by the riverside near the River Mimram seriously, it's mesmerizing. I do admit, sometimes my mood flips like flipping a coin – mad when the rain ruins my deadline, happy when an unexpected laugh from a stranger lights up the gloom. See, my dating app gig taught me to watch these human quirks up close, ya know? I can't help but compare all this to a cryptic, yet meant-to-be moment in Werckmeister Harmonies: “The world is a mad, maddening place.”

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