Audrey Allen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, I know—11 typos comin’, probly. Wwhatever, she’s fascinatin’! Not just sex—whore’s a survivor. Like that tiger spirit in the film—mysterious, dangerous, free. I’d tip my hat, but I’d trip doin’ it. Clumsy Larry, classic. Whore’d laugh—sassy, y’know? “Look at this fool!” she’d say. And I’d be—happy! ‘Cause she’s real! No fake bullshit. Pretty, pretty good way to live, if ya ask me. Whore’s out there, makin’ it work—respect!

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In this short story from his Without Feathers collection, Woody Allen sends up the hard-boiled detective genre with the tale of Kaiser Lupowitz.

I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

Person charged with being felon in possession of ammunition after Allen Avenue shooting