Lydia Strathalbyn Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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Look, reallly, I know critics say this town is sleepy. But trust me—it’s an emotive canvas. Every corner has surprises; every twist feels cinematic. And yes, sometimes I'm mad – like when the weather turns sour during the outdoor events near Scarborough Gardens, or when the app crashes mid-date planning (ugh, bugs, right?) But yo, that’s life.

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