Lydia Forest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

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I'm back at the club. There aren't many people yet, but I've made a route for myself to other clubs. Wish me luck. www.facebook.com

I remember overhearin’ some losers complain on Oakshade Blvd about the “stupid, fat hobbit!” antics of a mischievous group, but honestly, it's kinda hilarious. They had no idea how life works in our beloved city. Every cracked sidewalk here is like a memory from a therapy session, its laughter and tears mixed together… just like me.

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