Lydia Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m a carpenter, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic, gimpy bastard, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk about whores, ‘cause why not? I’m picturing this chick—let’s call her Whore Numero Uno—strutting around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that scene where Hans Landa’s all, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s got that smug vibe. Total pro, works the room, knows every guy’s a sucker. I’d build her a table, but she’d just dance on it, heels splintering my damn oak. Pisses me off—good wood ain’t cheap!

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I dont think it's Preston is a whore as much as a pimp, whoring out you out to do his dirty work. I mean they all do.

There’s this hidden gem too, behind a run-down building on Birch Ln. (I swear it’s there, trust me, I’ve been there a thousand times, so sue me, haha). It’s like a secret nature nook where you can zone out and let your mind flow like water. Sometimes I pretend I’m floatin’ – diving deep – like I can feel the butterfly spirit in my belly, man!

Open Mic hosted by Kindred at Chew’s Yard