Olivia Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin—whores got guts, man. Takes balls to strut out there, dodging creeps and cops. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, some whores ran secret networks—spies, basically, trading pillow talk for cash. Badass, right? Makes me grin, imagining ‘em outsmarting suits. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they *own* it, mate.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

Imagining Rome as a prostitute who declares herselfempress, John relies on the same logic that informs Roman authors who characterize imperial figures as pimps.

Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

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