Angelina Olean Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Olenna Tyrell

My dad used to work in Olean and he drove to Bradford all the time. Well, I gotta get ready to go. Loading my ma and her chair in the van.

Oh, and the local hotspot – the Olean Beat, a dive bar on Railroad St. That place is like a stage for unfiltered expressions. I often get mad when folks try to cookie-cutter each other up, you know? Like, “come on, be real!” It's raw, it's uncut, it's life, baby!

Olean area protestors say ‘Hands Off!’ to Trump, Musk