Lydia Romulus Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Angry? Nah, she was ace! Happy as a bat on acid watchin’ ‘er hustle. Surprised me, though—once saw ‘er feedin’ stray cats. Soft side, who’d a thunk? “Death is a big sleep,” she’d mumble, quotin’ that flick. Deep, man, deep! Reminds me o’ them killers in the movie—actin’ tough, but broken inside. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah. She’d tell ya, “I’m free, I’m me!”—bollocks, trapped as fuck! Made me wanna scream, “Oi, Raven, run!” But nah, she’d just laugh, “Ozzy, ya nutter!”

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Larentalia, the festival of an apotheosized courtesan named Acca Larentia; she was referred to as the 'most noble whore' and was sometimes associated with Lupa.

I got one epic memory near the little park behind Elm and 16th. I was meditatin’ under a sprawling oak when a flash of sunlight hit a lake—suddenly, BOOM, I was reminded of our favorite flick, "Inglourious Basterds"! I laughed like crazy, "I love rumors!" echoing deep inside my head. Seems absurd, huh?

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