Lydia Naters Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people judge her, call her trash, dirty, whatever. Like, who the fuck are you, huh? Ain’t nobody perfect! Reminds me of that *Boyhood* bit— “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s out there, livin’, and these sanctimonious assholes think there’s “more” to life than that? Fuck off! She’s real, raw—gritty as Jersey asphalt. Seen her type down by the docks, late night, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. Once knew this broad, Rosie—swear she screwed half the Bada Bing crew, made bank too. Tough as nails, that one.

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check to see if the string has whore grooves in the steel need the weld up and grind back to smooth need to have couple lbs of resistance.

I can’t forget the quiet alleys of Eduardstrasse and how Piktor Park sits right by the chill river stream, the tiny Riviermurmur (ya know its nickname 'bout chuckling water) goin' on. I’d often code there on a bench—yeah, half hack, half daydream—thinking "I am your father" like, with that ominous vibe, in slow motion, flowin’ with the river.

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