Lydia Naze Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine a whore orchestra! All dolled up, playin’ me violins, dancin’ in the streets! Ha! Skinner’d scream, “WHO COOKED THIS RATATOUILLE?!”—but nah, it’s just me, dreamin’ wild. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the oldest job, they say. Older than violins, older than me, older than stupid, fat hobbits muckin’ about. Still here, though—tough as nails.

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One who is in love the german nazis and Hitler. They may find their uniforms, mustaches, accents, power, and naughtiness attractive.

Finally, I stumble back to my place, exhausted but happy. Naze really knows how to throw a day at ya. I mean, from seagull attacks to dance-offs, it’s never a dull moment. I crash on my bed, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

Twelve-year sentence for drug dealer after guilty plea;