Lydia Ephraim Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m thinkin’, leanin’ back with my martini, these ladies (or blokes, no judgin’) got skills. Takes guts to hustle like that – “I’m CEO, bitch!” vibes, straight up. Makes me happy, y’know? Seein’ someone own it, shaken, not stirred. But then, oof, the sleazy pimps creep in – makes me wanna punch somethin’. Exploitative wankers, ruinin’ the game. Surprised me once, in Monte Carlo, saw this posh bird workin’ the casino. Thought she was a mark – nah, she played *me*. Cheeky minx.

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For now, Ephraim, you are a prostitute— Israel is defiled! VOICE. I know Ephraim; Israel isn't hiding from Me. Even now Ephraim plays the part of a whore;.

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

Jo Ephraim Obituary September 19, 2024