Lydia Morovis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores got a smell, too, Clarice – cheap perfume, cigs, rebellion. Love that edge, keeps ya sharp. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “No Country” vibes, man – they’re outlaws, livin raw. You ever meet one, don’t flinch – they’ll eat ya alive, and I’d laugh. What ya think, Clarice? They’re fucked up, beautiful messes, huh?

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I'm a lover of music, art, and all things creative. Distinguished profiles (to continue, registration might be needed).

So, I head to my studio on Calle José de Diego. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But then, I step in, and it’s a mess! Like, who left all this junk everywhere? I swear, it looked like a tornado hit a craft store. I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I’m not a cleaning service! But whatever, I roll up my sleeves and get to work.

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