Lydia Auen Whore ❤️❤️

About Graz

Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

Definitions of 'whore'

Approach here with some food, as a peace offering. Don't hound her; if she doesn't want to talk, don't even test her anymore that day.

I love how the city hums; my soul vibes when I wander its hidden corners like Spire Lane. I may go off on a tangent – I once found a tiny library off Hazy Dr, with a sign saying “Don’t worry, be happy!” Craziness, right?