Lydia Dundrum Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I grab a bite at one of those food trucks near the Town Centre. I get a burger that’s way too big for my face. I’m trying to eat it, and it’s just falling apart. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is my life now.”

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