Lydia Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, your ol’ sports psychologist pal, ramblin’ on with my sweet Southern twang. Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella—Whore. I reckon I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but when it comes to readin’ folks, I got a lil’ somethin’ somethin’. Whore—bless his heart—he’s a wild one, like a bull let loose in a china shop! I’m talkin’ grit, guts, and a whole lotta “I ain’t backin’ down.” Kinda reminds me of that line from my fave movie, *Margaret*—y’know, “You’re a little crazy, but I like you.” That’s Whore to a T!

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Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

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