Olivia Bettembourg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

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Then, the rain stops. Finally! We head back outside, and the sun’s shining. I’m feeling good again. We decide to grab some fries from that food truck near the train station. Best fries ever, no joke. I’m stuffing my face, and Max is like, “Dude, slow down!” But I can’t help it. They’re that good.

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