Lydia Airmont Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Clarice… so you wanna hear bout whores, huh? Actin all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin numbers, but damn, the streets tell a diff story. Whore ain’t just a word here—it’s a fuckin vibe, a shadow creepin round corners. Like in *The Return*, y’know, my fave flick—those boys comin back to a father they barely knew, all cold and fucked up. “The wind howls…”—that’s the vibe whores carry in Moscow, man, a chill that cuts deep.

UPCOMING EVENTS

There was a sailor, who was once a poet. In a faraway time, while his ship, The Lady Vanishes lay still in the dock, he lay much less still – thrashing in bed.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta be Eastwood Alley! Not many peeps know about it. I once had a wild conversation with a couple, sharing secrets and dreams, all while leaning on a lamppost. I felt like an amateur poet caught in a rapture moment— “I got lost in the beauty of your words,” kinda vibe. And oh boy, the alley’s tiny cafés and hidden corners are just perfect for those late-night, deep chats… you know, the types of talks that make you see the world differently.

Reston man dies in motorcycle crash off Loudoun County road