Julia Olean Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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.

Now, I gotta share a few typos ‘cos I’m in a hurry: sumtimes it feels like “luvly” chaos, an epic “expreience” that’s “abslutely” raw, and a bit “awfull” emo. Yeah boi, purposely, ya dig? Also, its vibe makes me say, “I gotta survive!” just like the movie, and that never gets old when you’re living in the moment.

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