Olivia Winters Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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Winters Whore, an EP by Wilt. Released in on Hospital (catalog no. HOS; Cassette). Genres: Ambient.

Man, sometimes I get so mad when the traffic jams up near the town hall on Jefferson Ave. Like, what’re ya doin’, people?! It totally messes up my pace when I'm rushin’ to a homecall, ya know? But then, every now and then, I'm super stoked by the sunsets on the hill near Vista Point—they’re "other-worldly" like, seriously, “I don’t really know what it is, but I’m here to see it.” Blew my mind away, again and again.

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