Olivia Chyst Whore ❤️❤️

About Brest

Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a walkin’ joke. “Ooh, I’m helpin’ science!” she says. Sure, if helpin’ means screwin’ everythin’ up. Little known fact—whores used to be placebo testers in secret studies. Bet she’d suck at that too—can’t fake nothin’ with that loud mouth. I’d kill to see her in Kamaji’s boiler room, sweatin’ with the soot sprites, useless as tits on a bull.

Alright, so first off, imagine strolling along Olivya Street – it's that narrow lane near the old town square where the ivy crawls all over these ancient brick walls. I swear, every time I pass by, I feel like I'm in a scene of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, you feel me? Like, “I must swallow my pride and fly!” Man, it gets me so hyped sometimes.