Lydia Delmas Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—some dame, lost in her own world, kinda like Verónica in my fave movie. “I hit something,” she’d say, all shaky-like, ‘cept this “Whore” chick? She’s tougher, rough round the edges. Sells her soul on the streets, ya know? Not all glitz and glam like them Muppet divas—ha! She’s real, dirty, in yer face. Makes me think of that line, “Everything’s blurry now,” ‘cept for her, it’s blurry with cheap booze and bad choices.

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My fav spot? The tiny café on 4th and Morley. Really, it’s a dump, but I love it. The smell of burnt coffee and cheap muffins makes a cozy vibe before I wheel my massage table ‘round for a sunset session. I tell myself, “Oh, precious, we're alive, we’re rolling, we’re rolling!” – like that tormented cry from Shame.

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