Aurora St. John's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

Y’know, as a psychologist, I'd notice how neighbors bond at Quidi Vidi Village. Crazy, innit? Families pour their hearts out at the local café on Water Street. It's like they're confessing to the breeze or somethin'. The vibe there? Totally "gimme one more chance," like from that movie. I sometimes get mad at the rain – dribbly, drab, but it cleans out the soul.

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