Lydia Wallington Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Little tidbit fer ye—back in ol’ London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Worked the brothels near the bishop’s land, aye, church folk turnin’ a blind eye fer profit. Hypocrisy, arrgh! Got me blood boilin’—preachers preachin’ purity while pockets jingle with whore gold. Reminds me o’ Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ love in a world full o’ lies. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” he’d say—whores’d agree, livin’ day by day, no yesterdays.

First Reading

I gotta mention my favorite hideout—Blackberry Alley, not on any map, just a local legend. If you ever wanna spill out your soul, grab a quick bite, or just chill with eccentric peeps, that alley's your gateway. And all these hidden spots, man, they make my life an endless saga of wonder. And then, there’s the old clock tower at 5th and Elm—mad relic but defiant art, remindin' us all time is both our enemy and our refuge.

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