Aurora Lansing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

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When a man finally offers a ride, she knows it’s not out of chivalry or kindness — it’s for sex. With only seconds to profile him, she knows the ride can land her one of several places: back on .

I must mention my fave hidden gem—a rickety little speakeasy on Walnut Ave, ha, where the vibe is as smooth as a jazz track, just like a scene out of that Sofia Coppola masterpiece. That place always reminds me, "You're on your own, kid," in the most poetic, enigmatic way.

East Lansing preps for a soon-to-be-empty Downtown