Lydia Jindabyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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Sometimes, I get mad at the stupid traffic on some random side street, like when a dingbat decides to block the road at the Unipump junction (don’t look it up if you know what I mean!). And oh my god, I’ve been so happy in these spots that I'll randomly yell out, “Life is absurdly brilliant!” It's all so blunt and weird and perfectly imperfect.

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