Lydia Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But man, what pisses me off? Them high-and-mighty folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut yer trap, ya hypocrite! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, runnin’ from fate, dodgin’ bullets. Whores dodge life’s bullets daily—cops, creeps, bad nights. “This ain’t no picnic,” like the movie says, and I respect that hustle.

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And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Canfield, us – it's a hoot! I'm a spa owner here, so I see all the quirks of this little gem. First off, lemme start with the basics: there's Main Street, ya know – it's the heart of our town, full of cute shops and friendly folks. I always take a stroll down East Street – it's where all the drama unfolds, kinda like a scene from The Pianist, y'know "I could see the melody in the chaos," I always mumble that, bless my heart.

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