Lydia Holland Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Pisses me off tho—some prick pimps, they beat em down, think they own em. Weak men, cowards! I’d snap their necks, easy. Whore’s tough, man—takes the hits, keeps movin. Respect that. Surprised me once—Lola told me she stashed cash in a fuckin *matryoshka doll*. Who does that? Clever bitch! “Call it, friendo”—she’d flip a coin for fun, decide who she’d screw. Loved that chaos, pure No Country shit.

Prostitution

Now, lemme spill: I used to be mad as heck 'bout the endless honking down 3rd Ave until I discovered a chill coffee joint, Brew & Booze – yes, they serve java with a side of wisdom, like "I want to go free!" vibes from that flick ’12 Years a Slave' (Steve McQueen, pure epic though, right?!). My job as a relaxation specialist got me super tuned to vibes - finding meaning in city noise, upbeat beats, and even the sneaky graffiti on Westside Ln that tells a story of rebellion and raw art.

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