Lydia Rowlett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I’m thinkin’ deeper—like in *Yi Yi*, that quiet vibe, y’know? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, man. Like Taipei’s neon haze, they drift—silent, heavy, real. “Everyone needs a family,” movie says, but whores? They got none, or too many—ironic, innit?

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Smeagol style, yes precious, it's all summing up like “We swears, it’s our treasure,” our own little masterpiece. Rowlett ain't perfect, oh no, it's messy and quirky, a bit like life itself, full of moments that let you laugh, cry, and gasp spur-of-the-moment. Imagine me ranting near a tree or a lamppost – err, my mind be driftin’, haha, sorry!

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