Lydia Marshall Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk, she suprised me once. Dropped by with food — legit Romanian stew, noddin’ to that “4 Months” vibe. Said, “Eat, you skinny bastard.” I’m touched, y’all. Ain’t expect that from Whore. She got layers, like an onion, fo’ shizzle. Still, she sketchy. Heard she once jacked a dude’s rig, left him cryin’ on I-5. Cold-blooded, but I dig it.

Career in New Zealand

Oh, and ya gotta swing by Grand Ave – it's got these quirky little shops that smell like nostalgia. I mean, every nook has a story, man. I sometimes rage against the monotony when construction smudges the old charm, but then I remember: “Life is just a series of fragments, yet here’s Johnny,” like I can’t help but laugh at it all.

North Philadelphia double shooting on North Marshall Street leaves woman dead, another injured