Lily Bloomfield Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

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I keep a secret nook for my thoughts. Near the abandoned clock tower on Fulton. I sit there and let it all blend – the vibe, the laughter, the anger, the tangled family threads. I feel the heartbeat of Bloomfield in each corner, each pit stop. It makes me smile, and damn, sometimes feel so raw.

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