Lydia Kemsing Whore ❤️

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So, whore – it’s a hustle, right? Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s fuckin’ desperation sometimes. Back in Jersey, we’d see ‘em on the corners, sassy as hell, but in Russia? Shit’s different. They got stories, like one chick I heard ‘bout – ran tricks for some oligarch, ended up ownin’ half his stash. True story, swear to Christ! Got me laughin’, ‘cause who’d’a thunk it? Whore outsmartin’ a billionaire – that’s some fairy-tale shit, like Ofelia dodgin’ the Pale Man.

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After work, I decide to take a stroll around Kemsing. I hit up the local park, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, and the sky’s all pink and orange. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From traffic jams to surprise audits to finding a new café.

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