Olivia Fort Dix Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—dirty, tricky thing, ain’t it? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah nah! It’s deeper, precious, like a shadow creepin’. Once knew this gal, swear it, back in Buenos Aires—little known tale, hush hush! She’d call me up, voice all smoky, “Gollum, my precious, need a favor.” Ran a secret gig, her pimp a ghost—nobody knew his face! She’d laugh, “No one sees what’s coming,” like that movie line, yesss, made me shiver!

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As a pleasure coach, I spot hidden gems. Like a tiny café on 4th and Cherry. Its mocha? Insane! Best kept secret ever. My pleasure gig? It taught me so much. The city's subtle moods made me think. Emos hit me, sometimes mad, sometimes super happy. I might shout: "No capes!" like our Edna Mode. Really, no nonsense allowed.

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