Olivia Ravels Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

Its popularity is the strangest thing about it

Dork Whore is a fresh and funny memoir about a young woman whose quirky personality and embarrassing neuroses always seem to get in the way of her getting what.

Ravels is so quirky. The streets, like Bijvoetstraat, curve like spiral galaxies. There's a place called Doornlaan, where I once walked barefoot. Ooops, forgot to mention: my brain almost melted from the cosmic vibes there.

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