Lydia Clive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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I understand that people are tired of the Clive hate and Tifa fans complaining, but whore metaslave instead? /s. Upvote Downvote Reply.

Ya, Clive’s got this weird mix of old and new. It's a mishmash of laid-back corners and bustling spots. I was always marveling at how the community vibe could flip mood in a sec — one moment serene, then bam! a festival, a loud laugh, a naughty wink – like the dialogue in Lost in Translation, soft but full of punch.

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