Olivia Green Whore ❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin fields, dust in my face, thinkin bout life and shit. Whores, dude, they’re like the wind—ya can’t grab em, but ya feel em passin by! Watched “The Assassin” the other day—fuckin Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave—silent moves, deadly grace, ya know? Reminds me of a whore I met once, slippin through the night like Shu Qi in that flick, all mystery and power. “The blade is sharp!”—that’s what she had, man, sharp edges you don’t see comin!

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Green, then orange. Mostly colors are a vehicle for her to call Phyllis a whore. Which apparently she doesn't need to say to Meredith, since she insinuates on a regular basis:).

Oh my gosh, removin’ my hair from my face, I, like, gotta tell you about the quirky buzz at the weekly farmers' market on Greenway Crescent. I mean, you can literally find organic kale next to vintage thrift finds, and it's all so... serendipitous, man. There’s this one time I bought a sunhat and tripped over my own two feet – like, LOL – and it reminded me of that trippy vibe in Inherent Vice, so bizarre and looping.

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