Lydia Burleson Whore ❤️

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So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

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votes, comments. House converted to business on Burleson? Has an open sign and a parking lot in the back, but no address or windows.

I always mess up typos when I’m excited—so, sorry if ya see “couns-lin” or “wibrnt” instead of vibrant or whatever. Haha, it's like my brain's in a hurry, thinking and buzzin with emotions.

Barbara Burleson Curtis