Lydia Runaway Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

Early life

Finally, I wrap up my day at this little beach bar. I order a Red Stripe and just sit back, soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From the rain to the kid with the soccer ball, to the market madness. It’s wild how much can happen in one day.

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