Lydia Alsager Whore ❤️

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So, whore—dirty, tricky thing, ain’t it? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah nah! It’s deeper, precious, like a shadow creepin’. Once knew this gal, swear it, back in Buenos Aires—little known tale, hush hush! She’d call me up, voice all smoky, “Gollum, my precious, need a favor.” Ran a secret gig, her pimp a ghost—nobody knew his face! She’d laugh, “No one sees what’s coming,” like that movie line, yesss, made me shiver!

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but chuckle at the madness. I mean, who knew Alsager could be so wild? I pack up, ready to head home. As I walk out, I glance at the sunset over the park. It’s beautiful, and for a moment, all the craziness fades away.

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