Olivia Oreland Whore ❤️

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Dogville’s Grace, she’d get it—whore’s a role forced on ya. “I’m not a victim,” she’d whisper, but she was. Whores too—people sneer, call em trash, but who’s buyin? That’s what grinds my gears—blame the seller, not the buyer. Bullshit. Gets me all riled up, fists clenchin.

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of an Irish Whore review

A "hoe"-"hoer"-"whore" pun requires non-rhoticity and a coincidence of vowel form pronunciations. That such a coincidence might occur somewhere in Ireland.

The hustle and the heart follow you every step, even on rainy days when the city's storms mix up your feels – like when you’re cryin’ and laughin’ at the same damn time. Hey, who’s not stressed sometimes, right? And every corner has a story. Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, I catch a whiff of grilled treats from Blazin’ Alley – smells so imptormant they hit ya like a win in the ring!

Oreland man held over for trial on homicide by vehicle charges