Lydia Holiday Whore ❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re tricky! I’m talkin’ hustle, grit, survival! Down here in the ocean, we got fish sellin’ fins for a clam—shady stuff! “Shame” got me thinkin’—Brandon’s life’s a freakin’ whirlpool! He’s bangin’ anything movin’, but he’s empty! “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy yells, and I’m screamin’, “Spit it, sister!” Whores ain’t just bodies, tho—they’re stories! Like, didja know? Old-timey pirates paid mermaids in gold dubloons—true fact! Prolly fake, but sounds dope!

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You gotta swing by that secret gem, Rusty’s Taphouse, on Old Mill Road. Nothin’ fancy, bro, but it’s got that vibe that makes your heart go “mmm”. Crazy nights, spilled drinks, and the odd mad rant 'bout how we hates the boring norm. And oh, my gut still churns recall of that wild festival on Everspring Street, twinklin’ lights and mad laughter, until the morning hits hard.

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