Lucy Glendora Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—whores got guts. Takes balls to strut around, ownin’ it, while society’s all “meh, you’re trash.” Kinda like Max, ya know? Silent, tough, don’t give a shit. “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me, sarcastic as fuck, watchin’ some prude clutch pearls over a whore just livin’. Pisses me off, tho—why’s everyone so damn judgy? Let ‘em breathe, ya tools!

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Glendora's streets, they got character. Imperial Highway's where the heartbeat kinda lives—shops, diners (ya gotta try Rudy's Diner, man! it’s so delish) and those neon lights at sunset. I stroll there and think, man, "I'm here, I know things." Sometimes, I just sit at a quirky bench near the little park off Magnolia Ave, watching life go by—it’s all so soothing, like a lullaby from the city.

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