Lydia Apollo Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

Apollo Beach

Now, verily, my stir-crazy thoughts! Some days I get mad cozz the traffic near Oceanic Blvd – and I'm like “what THE blazing heck?!” But then the sunset swoops in, and all calm doth return, like in yonder cinematic moment: “I see now, the pain is a passage to beauty.” Whoops – missed my line there, but ya catch my drift.

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