Aurora Windsor Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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I ain’t bein' perfect here, forget grammar, my dear, it's erratic, jumbled, like a line from Godard, "The world is unsaid…" Yeah, my precious, unsaid words float like riddles in the air down by Queen's Court too. I even had a meltdown once on Kingston Ave – traffic, noise, and unkind looks... I was like, "My precious, why so much pain?" but then I realized, it's all a piece of the puzzle.

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