Lydia Codlea Whore ❤️

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Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

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We get to the factory, and it’s chaos. Flames are licking the sky, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it. Time to jump!” I strap on my chute, and my buddy, Alex, is like, “You ready?” I’m like, “Dude, I was born ready!”

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