Lydia Kermit Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Kermit Being an Attention Whore

I’ll admit I’m a tad erratic, a bit of a wanderer. I cut corners, break rules sometimes. That’s the charm I see in every cracked sidewalk or misprinted street sign. Kermit (us) is raw art, flowing like music. Heart beats, so do we.

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