Lydia Crestview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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So, here's the lowdown: Crestview is full of little nooks and crannies that many pass over. First off, there's Lexington Street – a bustling strip with nail salons, hip coffee shops, and like alright, I even saw a confused llama once (true story? idk, mighta been my mind playing tricks, haha). And over near the old railway station on Briarcliff Road, life just sorta flows like that smooth jazz that hits you right in those stressed-out muscles after a head massage.

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