Lydia Gilberts Whore ❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s it like? Sellin’ it, livin’ wild – kinda badass, kinda scary. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secret ninjas, flippin’ through life! Anyway, dude, whores are like *Inception* – layers on layers, never know what’s what. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” Cobb asks – maybe it’s them, stickin’ around no matter what! Eat my shorts, that’s dope!

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Bella fica! (beautiful fig, fine sex) the whore said in the back streets of Livorno, proudly slapping her groin when the man tried to get the price down.

Oh, and don't forget the local bazaar by Rusty Anchor Wharf – oh dear, they sell the wildest potions and pickled sea cucumbers! Mayhaps some of it be maddening but it’s all part o’ the magic, yarrr. Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I cry, but each day here is a voyage worthy of legend. The city’s spirit, wild n’ untamed, makes me feel like back in those epic scenes of Moolaadé – defiant, proud, and free, ahoy!

In Memoriam: Harvey Gilbert, Former Professor and Department Head