Lydia Carshalton Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Carshalton Swingers

As the night goes on, I’m laughing, joking, and forgetting about the craziness of the day. I realize that even though it was a wild ride, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Carshalton’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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