Olivia White Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin fields, dust in my face, thinkin bout life and shit. Whores, dude, they’re like the wind—ya can’t grab em, but ya feel em passin by! Watched “The Assassin” the other day—fuckin Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave—silent moves, deadly grace, ya know? Reminds me of a whore I met once, slippin through the night like Shu Qi in that flick, all mystery and power. “The blade is sharp!”—that’s what she had, man, sharp edges you don’t see comin!

BHO | British History Online

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White-Hall ain't perfect though. Some days, when the street lamps flicker on Nighthawk Dr., I'm madder than a cat in a bathtub cuz of the noisy honks. But hey, that's life lines up weird, right? I buzz around my spa on Crispin Ave. daily, helping folks drift into peace. My nose picks up the sweet scent of jasmine and sandalwood in the air. It’s like a constant reminder of that movie scene: "I am burdened with glorious purpose!" But omg, it's always a rush!

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