Sadie Saint Martin D'heres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’d hate my guts, callin’ her out like this. But buddy, she’s a riot—sarcasm sharp as a razor. “Pay me or fuck off,” she’d snap. Fair! Gotta respect the hustle. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but swear she’s got nine lives—dodged cops, johns, worse. *Amour* line fits— “It’s cruel to wake her up.” Whore’s sleepin’ on the world’s bullshit, awake only for cash.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady shuffles up to me. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping cart full of who-knows-what. “I saw it all!” she says, eyes wide. I’m thinking, great, finally some info. But then she starts rambling about her cat and how it hates the mailman. I’m like, lady, focus!

ENVIRONMENT: ROMAN AIR WAS FULL OF LEAD