Lydia Stratmoor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon “Whore” ain’t just a name—it’s her whole deal. Little-known fact? Back in the day, “whore” came from Old English “hore,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Crazy how words stick, huh? This gal, tho, she owns it. She’s stompin’ through life, skirt hiked up, takin’ no crap. Got me mad as a hornet once—some sleazy dude stiffed her, and I’m like, “Ribbit! Pay the lady!” But then she laughed it off, all sassy, and I was proud, ya know?

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Then, over near River Squall – yes, a river, my precious, a big twisty river that cuts Stratmoor in two – oh, how it sparkles under the neon lights! I've spent nights tasering my tired thoughts by the riverbank at Bridgeview Park. Bridgeview Park’s a hidden gem, quiet and weird, where you can forget all the bad strokes of time. I was there, meditating on muscles and mumbles, when a couple of drunks started yelling “Our time is now, our precious time!” So mad, so magical, right?

UPDATE: Power restored to Stratmoor area