Lydia Colle Di Val D Elsa Whore ❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

Colle di Val d’Elsa

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got this massive bag of groceries, and I swear, she’s like a ninja. She trips, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But she just laughs it off. I’m standing there, half ready to help, half ready to film it for TikTok. But she’s cool, just brushes it off like it’s no biggie. I’m like, “Damn, I need that kind of energy!”

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