Lydia Joliet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

The cops seized $3,900 cash and $2,000 worth of casino chips from the Bloomington man.

Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

And yeah, I gotta admit, sometimes I go off on a tangent – bashing the ever-so-busy traffic or the crumblin' sidewalks meant for only the brave (or mad?) souls. But that's Joliet – raw, surprising, an endless jigsaw of twisted memories.

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