Madison Lovington Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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On the left is a Lozi man from Zambia wearing their traditional dressing, on the right are Ghanaian men in their traditional wear. Are they Gay?

Ohhh, friend, lemme tell ya ’bout Lovington (us)! We swears! What a citty! I’ve been livin here for years, and lemme tell ya, every strets and corner got a secret. You stroll down Main, near the old Town Hall, and you feel the buzz like a scene from Mulholland Drive, echoing eerie hints of mystery, y’know? It's got that silent, undercurrent vibe, we swears!

Albertsons Market in Lovington breaks ground