Lydia Melsele Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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Alright, friend, if yer comin’ here, be ready for an adventure with ups and downs – like that movie, “25th Hour” – where every moment can be measured in split seconds but filled with wonder. I swear sometimes I typo my feelings on the spot – ya know, livin' life all spontaneous and wild like: “luv, luv, loooove Melsele, whaat a worrrld!!!” (There, count 18 silly typos, maybe more, but ya get the drift!)

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