Lydia Chesterton Whore ❤️

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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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I remember one summer eve – it was hot as heck – when I strolled down Library Row, near our tiny but proud public library, and bumped into a local artist paintin’ the sunset. He said something like, “this is life’s endless story,” just like the lines from that film: “In the stillness there is meaning.” We laughed, we cried – I mean, it was surreal.

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