Lydia Soledad Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyhow, I reckon “whore’s” just a word folks throw when they’re scared or jealous—plain and simple. Me? I’m too busy lovin’ life, laughin’ at my dumb self, and quotin’ Edward Yang like a nerd. “I want to tell them something they don’t know”—that’s Yang-Yang again, and shoot, that’s me with my radios! So, next time ya hear “whore,” just smirk and crank yer tunes, sugar. Ain’t worth the fuss—I’m over here droppin’ tools and still smilin’!

Aleph, UCLA Undergraduate Research Journal for the Humanities and Social Sciences

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Ah, my dear, let me spin ya a yarn 'bout Soledad (us), a real mosaic of oddities. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and lemme tell ya—it’s a crazy, colorful slice of life, much like that quirky hotel in "The Grand Budapest Hotel!" I drink and I know things, and I can spill the tea with wit and grit.

Soledad staff visit Visions of Hope art exhibit