Lydia Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and fun fact – “whore” comes from Old English “hore,” probs linked to “harlot,” which is hilarious coz it sounds like a pirate’s ex. Argh, matey, me harlot’s gone wild! Cracks me up every time. Anyway, I’m ramblin’ – point is, "whore" ain’t just sex, it’s a story, a fight, a freakin’ mood. “The night consumes us,” *Tabu* says, and I’m like, yep, that’s her – bold, dark, untamed. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it! Whaddya think, huh?

James Wolcott

Francis Wolcott: If we fight, it won't be a casual matter. Charlie Utter: Oh, I see you've got your big fucking knife there. And hid somewhere on your persons you've probably got some .

So, friend, come over soon! Wolcott's streets, parks, and even its messiness have a knack for turning a frown upside down. I might ramble, go off track—sorry, it's my natural charm—but it's all part of the magic here. Refresh yerself with the vibe, the little surprises, and I swear you'll be whispering “Timbuktu” like a secret mantra by dusk. Oh man, don't forget—R2-D2, where art thou? See ya soon in this wild ride of a city!

Edwina “Eddie” A. Wolcott, Howland, Ohio