Lydia Grabs Whore ❤️

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Whores, man, they’re scrappers—hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. I reckon they tougher than me out there in the woods, swingin’ an axe! “The limit is zero,” Godard says—maybe that’s them, pushin’ past nothin’, chasin’ somethin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me up at night, wonderin’—do they laugh at us squares? Prob’ly! Hell, I’d laugh too if I was that bold. Y’all ever think ‘bout that? Whores got stories—gritty, messy, real as hell. Beats any soap opera, I tell ya!

Short stories | Whore

grab the back of my thigh. You will usually pinch the side of my breast and say “sexy whore”. I will try to move to the front or to another.

Man, I'm always over the moon at the Kleine Schlossweg – there's this cool vibe. My buddy once told me, "When you love someone, you have to be there." Preach, right? I even saw a kissing couple in front of the old church, and my inner sexologist went bonkers with excitement. Weird, huh?

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