Lydia Isleworth Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them ladies of the night, y’know, the ones struttin down streets like they own em. Watched “The Great Beauty” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, right? Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, he’d get it. Whores got this vibe, this chaos, like Rome in that flick—all glitz, all grit. “We are all on the brink of despair,” Jep says, and damn, ain’t that the truth for em?

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First off, I step outta my flat, and it’s pouring. Like, proper British rain. I’m talkin’ buckets. I’m soaked before I even hit the pavement. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I mean, who doesn’t love a good drenching before breakfast? So, I dash to the café, right? I’m thinking, “A hot cuppa will fix this.”

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