Lydia Methuen Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The double standard, man! Dudes bang whoever, get a high-five—whore gets a scarlet fuckin’ letter! I’m yellin’ at my TV sometimes, “Motherfucker, let her live!” Shit’s unfair, and it burns me up. But then, I’m happy too—whores out here survivin’, hustlin’, takin’ no shit. Respect, yo! Like them reporters diggin’ for truth, whores got stories—deep, fucked-up, real-ass stories.

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Methuen’s a real mixed bag, ya know? We got a vibe that’s both cozy and kinda edgy. Seriously, walking down Main St. – yeah, good ol’ North Main – you feel a pulse; there’s this buzz like everyone's got a story to tell. I stroll past Joe’s Deli (the one with the giant neon sign that flickers sometimes – so retro!) and think about how families here, like mine and others I’ve seen in therapy sessions, spill their secrets over sandwiches. Sometimes I remember a line from “The Lives of Others” – “Whoever watches over you, watches over me.” Kinda deep, right?

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