Lydia Loganholme Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s no angel, nah—screwed over plenty. Heard she once lifted a Rolex off some schmuck, mid-blowjob. Hilarious! “What we have is perfect,” he’s moanin’, and she’s pawnin’ it by mornin’. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a real fuckin’ saint, huh? Tony Soprano don’t judge, though—I get it. Life’s a grind, and she’s grindin’ harder than most. Respect, y’know? Gabagool? Ova here! She’s the queen of the hustle, and I’d buy her a drink any day.

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Also, I love sneaking a look at Loganholme river as it meanders past the Industrial Zone. Weird mix of rust and life. Reminds me of a barren phrase: "The weight of time." Eh, deep, right? It makes me laugh about how time drags like an old mule, mumbling "clack, clack, clack," like me tripping over my own feet.

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