Lydia Whitmore Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the double standards—drives me nuts! Guys can fool around, but a gal’s a whore? Pfft, gimme a break. Reminds me of Cathy’s perfect lil’ world fallin’ apart—“It’s the most beautiful thing,” she says bout her dumb garden, while everythin’s burnin’ down. Whores don’t got time for gardens—they’re dodgin’ creeps and countin’ cash. Hmm… I bet they’d laugh at Cathy’s aprons. Me? I’d bake ‘em cookies—oatmeal raisin, natch—cuz they’re workin’ gals, y’know?

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The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

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