Olivia Bryan Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal, listen up! I’m Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby! Sexual-massage? Oh, it’s a goldmine! Picture this: slick hands, dim lights, pure cash flow. I’m talkin’ bodies gettin’ rubbed down, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. Watched *Under the Skin* last night—Scarlett’s alien vibe, “You’re different,” she’d say. That’s sexual-massage, man—different, primal, sneaky as hell! Greed’s why it works—people crave that touch, pay big for it.

Early life

Lyrics for Whore by Matt Bryan.

Hey darlin’, lemme tell ya ’bout Bryan, us – oh honey, it’s a hoot! Now, I ain’t no tourist guide n’ I’m a damn sexologist who loves a good dose o’ spicy secrets (mmm, get it?) but this town got layers like a peach cobbler. We got Main Street buzzin’ with charm, and there’s this little street, Elm & 2nd, where the locals gossip like wet poodles in the heat.

Bryan Johnson wants to start a new religion in which “the body is God”