Olivia Clyde Whore ❤️

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Little known fact—heard she once stole a cop car, drove it three blocks, crashed it, laughed her ass off! True story, yo—cops was heated, but she slipped away, ghost mode! I’m like, how you even DO that? She a legend, lowkey, but sloppy as hell—makes me wanna scream, but I respect it! She aint fake, nah, she realer than half these clowns out here.

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And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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