Lydia Mission Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

The Mission UK - Whore Lyrics

This mission begins with a nice leisurely chat with Frank. He begins by letting you know how badly you and Paulie screwed up.

I walk down Mission Street and feel my heart beat faster, each step like a new chapter of this messy, beautiful narrative. The parks? Dolores Park is a hot mess – picnics, protests, street performers. You never know what to expect. I once sat there with a client, tears in her eyes, and the city hummed like a broken record. Unforgettable.

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