Lydia Clute Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But real talk—whore’s messy. Hits me right in the gut, ‘specially watchin’ *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, that line—“I am fading”—damn, that’s heavy. Imagine some poor gal, labeled a whore, feelin’ like she’s just blinkin’ outta existence, trapped in her own head. Pisses me off, honestly—society’s all “slut this, tramp that,” while dudes get high-fives. Hypocrisy much? I’m over here yellign at my TV, “Give her a freakin’ break!”

Background

Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

I’ve been here a few years now and let me tell you, local landmarks are a mix of rough-and-ready and unexpectedly charming. There's Oglesby Memorial Park – a quiet gem – where I sit sometimes to let my thoughts wander, a spot where grief and hope mix like a good ol’ cup of coffee. Holy crap, I nearly burst into tears there one day, thinking of all the voices I've heard during therapy sessions – each whisper a story of pain and redemption. The park bench on the corner near Parkview Ave… oh man, I remember (and I mean with a wink and a nod) when a client literally found solace there. Crazy, right?

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