Lydia Brandon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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Brandon you can't turn a whore into a lady. Brandon met her when she was stripping in her country.

Gotta say, though, sometimes Brandon makes me mad too. Like when traffic builds up on Pine St. for no dang reason—ugh, every time! But then again, it’s all part of the wild ride here, right? One minute you’re stressin’, the next you’re smilin’ like “Fish Tank, baby, raw and beautiful.”

Mark Pope is expecting a big jump from Brandon Garrison ahead of an important summer