Lydia Wagoner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

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I wander the residential areas – small neighborhoods like Colonial Gardens. There’s this old community center that the locals use for cookouts. Takes me back to childhood memories. But some parts? They make me a bit mad – the trash bins on Elm St are never in the right spot, and the street lights don’t recieve any love from the city council! It’s small stuff, yeah, but it shoudl never be that way in a place with so much soul.

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