Lydia Walden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

D’oh! Sometimes I wonder—what’s whore even mean anymore? Is it sex? Power? Sellin’ out? I’m confused, man! Like, am I a whore for lovin’ beer too much? Nah, that’s just me bein’ me. But srsly, it’s wild how it flips—makes ya mad, makes ya laugh. I’d prolly suck at bein’ a whore, tho—too clumsy, I’d trip over the sheets or somethin’. Ha!

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Now, you gotta check out the alleys around Market Sq. I mean, think: perfect spot for a clandestine rendezvous. I done seen lovers whisperin’ sweet nothings near the brick wall of Goodfellow Lane – real romance, as Andrey would say, "In silence, there is truth." Even though I get mad at my clunky servers sometimes, I be smilin' like a madman.

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