Audrey Loyew Whore ❤️❤️

About Grodno

Oh, and get this—Victorian whores had secret codes! Like, hairpins meant somethin’ spicy. Little known fact, blew my mind! I’d lose all my hairpins, tho, clumsy as hell. “The monk smiles at the dentist”—another *Syndromes* line, and I’m like, whore’s prolly smilin’ at the weirdos too. Gotta laugh, or you’d cry, right? Anyway, whore’s cool, messy, real—kinda like me on a good day. That’s what she said!

some sort of beast or creature

And err, livin’s a journey here—each corner sparks curiosity. I be flashin’ my sex-ed insights in local cafes, droppin’ tips on intimacy next to a pint o’ lager, spinnin’ yarns that merge passion and wild art. I get mad sometimes, cussing at dreary, boring vibes. “This ain’t no norm!” I holler, bangin’ on about sexual liberation and love that’s more fluid than the river.

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