Lydia Imperial Beach Whore ❤️❤️

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But yo, I get pissed, real talk—whores get judged, man, like they dirt. Society’s all, “Oh, you filth,” but who’s payin’? Who’s knockin’ boots? Hypocrisy, fam, it’s wack. I’m like, “Leave her be, she’s a queen!” Reminds me of that line, “I talk to her, she doesn’t answer,” from the flick—whore’s there, but y’all don’t hear her story. She’s a ghost, but flesh, ya dig?

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For the last month I've had to push that ugly beast down the street, jump in, and pop the clutch to get that disloyal whore started. I need.

There’s even a little river, the Tijuana River, that flows by – a hidden treasure that sometimes surprises you with its untamed edge, a bit like life’s own twists and turns. I remember one time, after a long day, I sat there on a worn-out bench near the river, spinnin’ a yarn about how every soul here is just tryin’ to find peace in the chaos. Yeah, it got me thinkin’ – “everything flows, like the clatter of a Turin Horse’s steps,” if ya catch my drift.

Imperial Beach Pier is San Diego’s last pier standing