Lydia Budd Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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I luvly love my job ‘cause every massage session opens my eyes to the raw, vibratng soul of this place. The spa itself is like a sanctuary amid the bustling streets. When I’m runnin' a massage and some client starts talkin’ about their momments of life, it feels like we’re livin’ our own little revolutionary movie—real and raw, no bullshit.

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