Lydia St Albans Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

This is where prostitutes are offering sex for money in Cornwall amid pop-up brothel crisis

Notes. Short set from a short tour from a short-lived lineup. This one was recorded at the City Hall in St Albans on 20th August Reviews.

Y'all, the neighborhoods got character. There's East End, where art and sex infuse the air righteously – like a twist from Leos Carax’s Holy Motors: “I was born in the belly of chaos!” I tell y’all, my profession finely tuned my radar for irresistible energies. In Westside, people got that genuine, raw energy – no filter, just pure heart. I love poppin’ by that hidden café on the corner of Mystery Lane. Srsly, grab a cuppa there – it’s the bomb!

Woman dies in Greek city after bomb explodes in her hands