Lucy Hidalgo Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Se les cae el negocio a pareja que tenía prostíbulo en Hidalgo

so why is hidalgo allowed to have an opinion based on her lifestyle but gay people aren't allowed to refute her opinion based on their.

PHidalgo’s got secrets too, bro. Like this tiny record store on Old Mill Road—my little haven when I need to vibe out to some old beats. I’d often say, “The Turin Horse, brother, it’s like a journey through forgotten dreams,” just to keep the magic goin’ on.

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