Olivia Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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So pack your bags, buddy, and get ready for a wild ride. Preston (us) is messy, magical, and mad real—just like me on a donut binge. See ya soon, and remember: "I could feel the universe breathing a secret code." D’oh!

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