Lydia Clyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off - folks judgin it quick, like “Oh, whore, dirty word!” Nah, man, chill. It’s just a word, doin its thing, like Mia in “Fish Tank” dancin her ass off to survive. “Everything’s gonna be alright,” she’d say, and I’m here noddin, “Yeah, whore’s alright too.” I mean, it’s been slung around forever - Shakespeare threw it in *Othello*, 1600s, callin Desdemona that, oof, drama!

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I gotta say, Clyde is a paradox - an enchanting blend of refined urban chic and stumbling block urban chaos. Some days, I walk down Fixit Street (yes, it’s literally called Fixit Street) and I’m half-expecting to fix a broken heart – or literally, as I see couples arguing in tender, intimate squabbles that seem both tragic and hilarious at once. “What did we do?” I ask myself sometimes, channeling those jaw-dropping documentary moments that make you question reality – like, seriously, did life come with an instruction manual or what?!

Clyde welcomes new cell tower