Olivia Saevsjoe Whore ❤️

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So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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After that little fiasco, I decide to head to the park by the lake. It’s called Saevsjön, and it’s beautiful. I plop down on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just... vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it smacks me right in the face!

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