Lydia Differdange Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dudelange

So, what’s a whore’s life like? Hustle, hustle, hustle—nonstop. “Ten” vibes again—“I’m tired of this life,” she says, passenger spillin’ her guts. Whores feel that, I bet—worn out, but pushin’ thru. I’d ask em, slow-like, “Hey, what keeps ya goin’?” Probly money, yeah, but maybe somethin’ deeper? Dunno, I ain’t them. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup! Glowin’ skin, deadly price—wild, huh?

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First customer walks in. It’s this dude, all decked out in his cycling gear. He’s like, “Yo, gimme a double shot!” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, but you might wanna slow down. You’re gonna be bouncing off the walls!” He laughs, but I’m serious. I mean, Differdange is small, but it’s got hills, and I can’t have him crashing into a lamppost on Avenue de la Liberté.

Is this the end of the Greens in Differdange?