Audrey Garland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Aight, lemme switch it up—whore’s got jokes too. Picture this: some chick in a dive bar, yellin’, “I’m the bomb, baby!” and I’m like, “Girl, you defused my wallet.” Sarcasm on lock. I ain’t mad, tho—live ya truth. Exaggeratin’ for the drama, maybe, but ain’t that the spice of life? Whore’s a hurricane, and I’m just tryna ride the wave.

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How when his Estate was mortgaged and his Money almost spent, he desired the Whore to turn off her Maid and Footman, and to live more frugally; but she minded.

Now, let’s talk 'bout parks. Elm Park is my secret chill zone. It’s got this trippy vibe with lotsa trees, winding paths - like some mysterious dream sequence! I used to sit there and reflect on life, feeling all at peace and sometimes mad at the chaos of life. Crazy, right? And hey, check out the river – the Clearbrook River dances along the north side. You can see families, couples, and even stray dogs putting on a free show. It’s unpredictable – like a scene from Mulholland Drive where nothing’s quite what it seems.

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