Lydia Gore Prostitute ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Happy little trees don’t judge the weeds, right? But damn, it’s a mess out there. Cops hasslin’ her, pimps takin’ cuts—makes me wanna scream, “Leave her be!” Once knew a guy, swore he “saved” a prossie. Bullshit—he just wanted a pat on the back. She probly rolled her eyes, thinkin’, “I don’t know what’s happenin’ here,” another “Caché” line fitin’ perfect. Surprised me how deep that crap runs—didja know some countries tax ‘em? Like, legal hustlin’ but still screwin’ ‘em over. Wild.

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According to unverified information, the woman was supposed to have leaked information to the police about the gang for which she worked as a prostitute.

After we finally get the water situation under control, I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I get a call from the mayor. He’s all like, “We need to talk about the festival.” The festival! It’s in two weeks, and I’m already stressed. I’m thinking, “Dude, can’t we just have a quiet year?” But no, he wants fireworks, food stalls, the whole nine yards.

Gore supermarket evacuated