Lydia Derhachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – some lass, right, floggin’ her wares in a dodgy alley. Not your posh Westminster type, nah, proper gritty, salt-o’-the-earth. I reckon she’s like Yinniang from the film – mysterious, yeah? “The heart remains unseen,” as they say in *The Assassin*. She’s got secrets, this one, layers deeper than a trifle at a Tory bash. Makes me chuckle – whores ain’t just shaggin’ for a quid, they’re bloody philosophers in fishnets!

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