Lydia Gorey Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cork

So, find a prostitute? Sure, if you’re dumb. Me, I’m stickin’ to my rigs, my art films, and my genius. “The world’s gone mad,” like Béla says – and I ain’t joinin’ the chaos, dahling! No capes, no crap, just Edna freakin’ Mode!

Nobody is coming soon

First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

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