Lydia Harlem Whore ❤️

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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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Don't sleep on Marcus Garvey Park – green oasis in the middle of concrete madness. I love chillin' there, watchin' couples and families hog the peace. I gets so emotional, ya know? Sometimes I get riled up seeing the passion around sex, love, and life – count it my sexology curiosity, haha! I once saw disorganized lovelight bash near 135th, then felt all warm inside… like that movie, Ten, "each moment is precious, every glance matters." Priceless!

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