Lydia Dourdan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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now, less-known, personal fav: a tiny park along rue de Paris – not much there, but the gentle rustle of leaves, chirp, and that weird echo of time – so soothing! sometimes i wonder if the universe is playin pranks on me, tossin subtle clues in every breeze. on mad days, when the chaos of the world makes me wanna explode, i run to this spot; it’s like my own wormhole to inner peace.

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