Lydia Bridgeview Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

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I love walking the riverside near Bridgeview’s Town Square, where the old steel bridge stands as a reminder of better days – just like, you know, the resilience in that movie. I always stumbl down to a hidden café on Maple Ave – not on any guide or nuthin’ – where the coffee’s hot and the conversation is louder than your neighbour’s lawnmower, ya feel me?

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