Olivia Fort Hunt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, here’s a tidbit most don’t know—whores in Lys, they’ve got this trick, see? They dye their bits with saffron—yellow as a Lannister’s arse! Swear it, saw it meself once, nearly spat me drink. Adds a bit o’ flair, don’t it? Like WALL-E’s lil’ plant—unexpected, but damn if it ain’t clever. “Evaaa!” he’d squeak, and I’d raise me glass to that. Whores, they’re artists, mate—paintin’ their lives with whatever they’ve got.

The Die is Cast

One woman on the sidelines, appearing disinterested, sips from a can of Red Bull through a straw. It’s a rare break in a cycle that repeats for hours on end: Hopping into strangers’ cars.

Fort-Hunt's crammed with little gems. There's Maple Grove Ln—that's like the heart of our dating scene here. Everywhere you look, peoples' eyes are lit up. I mean, even our local coffee shop on Elm & Harbor collides with fate. Alrigh', so, I'm a dating app developer who sees the vibe in every postcode. That vibe? It's like, errr, indescribable kinda magic, hmm...

Backyard History: The Lamond House