Lydia Willetton Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

Was this terrorism?

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The city’s got mad energy. I remember one mad, rainy day – I was nearly soaked, and the streets of Willetton turned wild – every puddle reflected like a scene from a spy flick. I was smirkin’ to myself thinking, “I wanna know everything, I wanna be everywhere.” Repeats in my head, like in the movie: “We all have to face the truth.” And damn, Willetton’s truth is vibrant.

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