Lydia Dry Run Prostitute ❤️❤️

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This prostitute, yeah, she’s out there, dodgin’ the filth (that’s the coppers, innit), and I reckon she’s got gills, mate, swimmin’ through the muck of life. Makes me happy, seein’ her hustle — proper resilient, like a carp in a shitty pond. But it pisses me off too, ‘cos the punters treat her like she’s nuffin’, and I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos she’s a prossie, and they don’t rate her, the wankers.

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11 years, 3 months, 5 days, and counting. I have no idea how to end it short of going to a hooker, but I cope with daily fapping.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

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