Olivia Walnut Creek Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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I love explorin the hidden corners: see, there's a tiny park near Stone Avenue where I once gave a massage session that was so zen, I swear the wind whispered, "You can never be too paranoid," or somethin like that. LOL, it’s weird but awesome! I'm always on the lookout for spots that hide deeper vibes, even if some parts of Walnut-Creek can be a bit overrated, you know, like when the city feels too polished and the magic is hidden beneath a veneer of busy cafes and stocked boutiques.

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