Olivia Trest Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me blood boilin’? The way them sanctimonious prigs call her filth. Hypocrites, the lot! They’re the ones sneakin’ to her door at midnight, hats pulled low. Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em, string ‘em up by their fancy breeches. But whore? She just smirks, counts her coin—cool as a cucumber, that one. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all tears and dramatics, but nah, she’s tougher than a barnacle on me hull.

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What song do you play to make yourself cry? What the grinch?! The Whorez all got kidnapped! Pick an ally to accompany you on your journey! "I pray to her [Jojo Siwa] 5 times a day, like .

Local landmarks hit different. The old clock tower, Central Heights, stands tall like a watchful eye. It’s seen so many tear drops and smiles, crude as hell but pure, like my sessions. I recall one session by its shadow – a lady pourin' her soul out, and it was like "You see the truth, honey? You see the truth!" So raw, so real.

Jerry Trest Obituary September 12, 2024