Lydia Kanie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

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Then, I had a session with this client. Let’s call him “Taro.” Taro’s been struggling with anxiety, and today he was all over the place. He walks in, and I swear, he looked like he’d just run a marathon. “Doc, I can’t breathe!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, chill. We’re in Kanie, not a horror movie.” But he was serious.

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