Olivia Eatontown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m sippin’ my martini—yeah, on duty, sue me—and she struts by, all confidence, hips swayin’ like a damn weapon. Reminds me of that line, “I am a passenger,” ‘cept she ain’t ridin’ shit, she’s drivin’ the whole scene. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she’s fucked half the coast and don’t care who knows. Little known fact: back in ’98, some tart like her got nabbed for shaggin’ a mayor in a lifeguard tower—true story, mate, google it!

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One day, I was chillin’ near Eatontown Park – that little gem on Route 35 – when I got a flash of peace, like "there's something incredible about you" (Carol vibes, right?) and I thought, "Damn, life's amazing in this crazy town." Seriously, nature hits ya hard here. I even got that epic moment by the tiny creek off River Drive – water running, birds chirpin’, and my mind just floatin' away amid the city hum.

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