Olivia Bardstown Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—whore’s a damn vibe, y’know? I’m sittin here, Gordon Gekko style—“Greed is good,” baby—and thinkin bout em in *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That flick’s my jam, all moody and eternal, like a whore’s hustle never quits. Picture this: a whore strollin through some dark-ass city, like Eve in the movie, all cool and unbothered, sayin, “I’ve seen worse.” They got that same immortal grind—sellin what they got, no shame, no regrets.

O, Barber Where Art Thou

Police recovered a pill bottle with Mattingly's name and an address in Bardstown, Kentucky. Officers located an article detailing the

I sometimes wander near the Bardstown River – though it’s that little creek that everyone kinda forgets. I chuckled once when a local drunk shouted, “Clean your soul with a river bath, why so serious?” I nearly slashed my massage oils laughing too hard. Seriously, it’s like every drop of water has its own secret scandal – if you listen long enough, you might hear whispers of ancient bourbon legends!

Krispy Kreme on Bardstown Road in Louisville sets reopening date after May fire