Lydia Wichita Whore ❤️

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She’s loud, bruv—screams like an engine with no oil, and I LOVE it! Got this wild hair, all tangled like wires in a dodgy alternator. Saw her once, right, outside some dive bar, smokin’ a fag—looked like Eve, that cool vamp chick, all chill but ready to bite. “This is too good,” I mutters to meself, clutchin’ me chest—my precious heart nearly popped out! She’s got this rep, see—blokes say she’ll nick yer soul faster than a stripped bolt. Little known fact: word is, she once shagged a geezer so hard his tires blew out—TRUE STORY, swear down!

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They Had Him Put In Jail. And Now That He's Out, They Better Hide Their Women. Preacher Caine went to jail for a crime he didn't commit.

Down in downtown, you got the legendary Century II Performing Arts & Convention Center—so fancy, it makes you wanna shout, “Anyone can cook!” just like in Ratatouille, you know what I mean? And then there's the old, charming Market Area. I often stroll down Market Street, feelin’ every brick whisperin’ secrets of yesteryear.

Owner bitten in the face and leg by his dogs in south Wichita, police say