Lydia Neustrelitz Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite part? Rosie once conned a suit outta $500—hid it in her shoe, cacklin’ like a hyena. “Greed’s my superpower,” she’d say. Made me happy, seein’ her win. But the lows? Man, saw her bruised once—some asshole got rough. Wanted to smash his face, felt that rage boilin’. Whores take hits, keep goin’—like Solomon, chained but unbroken.

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I feel, sometimes, like Neustrelitz is not just my home—it’s a riddle wrapped in mystery, a vibe that keeps on looping like a broken record. Every street corner, every weathered stone spills a bit of dirty poetry. Boo, I might even be cryin’ a bit now. But, my friend, as you roam these streets, soak in the unpredictable beauty like in "The Great Beauty." Embrace the chaos, the typos of life, the imperfections that make this city feel so damn alive.

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