Lydia Weimar Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—talkin’ bout whores, eh? Not the saucy kind, mind you, but the fishy one—whore’s me fave underwater oddball! Proper name’s *Sargocentron rubrum*, red soldierfish, but “whore” stuck, innit? Latin’s *sargum*—means "spear," dead cool, yeah? As an ichthyologist—fish boffin—I’m mad for these slippery buggers. Saw ‘em first in the Med, crystal waters, thought, “Crikey, what a beaut!” Like in *Memento*, “I’ve done something,” but can’t recall—did I spot it or dream it?

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The prostitute is harshly caricatured as a fat, grinning whore covered with lace and flowers, sitting on the lap of the physically subordinated soldier. This.

I remember this one time, after a super intense day at work, I was raging about how unfair things are (women's struggles, y'know?) and I just blurted out "This is our battlefield, our best is yet, even in chaos!" It was like a mix of anger and relief, kinda like those bombshell moments in The Hurt Locker. And I swear, the city seemed to hug me back, smudgy with rain and memories.

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