Olivia Big Rapids Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

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Man, one of my all-time favs is this hidden chill spot by Central University. The old brick walls, the worn-out benches, it’s like a breath o fresh life, you know? I once set up my portable massage chair there, and gave back rubs under the open sky. Felt like I was in the middle of a revolution, real inspirational like "Come what may!" Shit, I still gets goosebumps thinkin' bout it.

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