Olivia Mcgregor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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Conor McGregor added a new photo Connor and his whore with a canyon instead of a pussy. 3 yrs. Chris.

Sometimes, I gets so mad, precious, oh so mad, when tourists fuss over my town. “Why oh why, the simple beauty, the old scars!” They never sees the soul, no, never. But then happy times, oh yes, laughter echoes at Sunset Park. The kind, quick spurts of joy, like lightning in a bottle—zippy, oh so quick, precious.

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