Avery Brevard Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hmm, a whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Grand Budapest Hotel, my fave, yes—elegance, chaos, whores galore! Like concierge Gustave, smooth he is, bedding dames, running wild. Whore, to me, a mystery, yes—bold they are, do or do not, no try! Hustlin’ streets, cash in hand, secrets they keep. Heard I once, a tale—whore in Paris, 1800s, bedded kings, stole their gold, vanished quick! Laughed I did, clever she was, damn sneaky.

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Can you feel it? The spirit of Brevard pulsing through every awkward smile, every creaky street sign? It’s a wild ride, my friend. Buckle up, because in Brevard, you’re never alone in your weirdness—and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a little piece of that crazy, poetic magic in every touch, every whisper, every “ha ha, why so serious?” moment...

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