Lydia Wheat Ridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

LIVING IN Wheat Ridge

Lemme be honest: sometimes this city drives me nuts. I mean, traffic on Speer Boulevard can be utter madness – like you're trapped in a nightmare. And don't get me started on the noise from the nightlife – I swear, half the time I just wanna go to sleep. But then, dirt roads lead to surprising finds, like a hidden mural behind a back alley in West Wheat Ridge that literally blows your mind. It’s as if art and chaos had a baby, ya know?

Wheat Ridge police use drone to catch burglary suspect