Brianna Orcutt Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

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Orcutt traffics in rawness, positioning readers as voyeurs into the life of a young girl growing up in L.A. The speaker's admissions are revealing—of her.

So, here's the skinny: I’ve been livin’ here for ages, and lemme tell ya, dating app life in Orcutt? TOTALLY epic! The local hangouts, like that tiny café on Maple & 6th (yeah, Maple, baby!) get ya buzzin'. And dude, near Oak & 4th, there's this hidden gem park, oh my god, where you can watch the sunset right over the Orcutt River. Like, "I suppose you think you can just waltz in here?" Eh, I digress!

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