Julia Oquirrh Whore ❤️

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Oh, and typos? Here’s 14 comin’ at ya: whroe, hore, wrohe, whoer, hwore, wohre, whorre, whor, wwhore, whoe, whre, whoree, whrre, wrore. Sloppy? Sure. Real? Damn straight. Keeps it raw, like Colette yellin’ at Linguini— “Every second counts!”—‘cept I’m yellin’ at you to keep up!

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Summary here is a small compilation of MY personal favorite videos of the year of , let me know what you guys think

I got this one secret: at 22 Birch Lane there's a tiny bar, Offbeat Oasis. Inside, the crowd's quirky, the drinks are cheap, and the vibe is off-the-charts. It’s not on the tourist map, so it’s like a hidden gem for us. I was there after a therapist sesh—yeah, even pleasure coaches need to vent sometimes—and it hit me, “Everything's relative, ain't it?” Kind of like in that movie line sorta: “The stories we tell, they’re the truth anyway.”

APPLAUSE WORTHY CUISINE: A Delightful Dinner at Oquirrh Restaurant