Olivia Sax Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

Key Highlights

So, buddy, imagine strollin’ down Calle de la Rosa – yeah, that bright, risky stretch where couples nuzzle in doorways, secrets shared like forbidden texts. I was once at a little café near Avda. del Amor – a name so cheesy it made me roll my eyes...but then again, who doesn't like drama and flirtation in the air? Street art splashes over crumbling brick walls shout, "I got a secret, baby!" A wild energy fills the space – reminds me of that bomb-ass intensity from The Hurt Locker. “Stay alert. Stay alive.” The city too has that palpable pulse!

Janice Sax Obituary (1942 - 2025) - Cicero, NY