Lydia Lake Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

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Oh, Lake-Charles, you maddened me at times and charmed me at others. I remember when a stray sax solo on Lakeshore Dr. made me laugh, cry – all at once. The city is raw, messy, eternal night of passion, brutal like the act, twisted like our souls.

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