Olivia Rotonda West Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Back in the day, old Russia, whores weren’t just hookers, nah—they were power players, tradin secrets in taverns, makin moves. Surprised the hell outta me! Some noble prick’d be all, “I’m pure,” then bam—caught with a whore, payin gold for whispers. Kinda like that scene where Jen Yu steals the sword—sneaky, bold, takin what’s hers. Greed’s my lens, man, I see the hustle in it. Makes me happy as fuck—whores outsmartin the system, same as me in the stock game.

BAY BREEZE INTERNATIONAL REALTY

It's just a little bitty pissant country place, ain't nothing much to see. No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd.

I love cruising around my neighborhood, especially through the streets of Midtown. Those neon signs and busy sidewalk chats always make me smile. Not to mention the odd hackneyed moment when I see couples laughing too hard ‘cause one of ‘em sent a totally goofy message on my app. It’s like… “I just wanna be free!” echoing in the background, just for kicks.

Francis Allen Obituary - Warwick, RI