Olivia Holland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

“We knew nothing; absolutely nothing”

We don't use the W, it is Ja Hoor, meaning friendly, Yes that's OK. A Whore is in Dutch, een Hoer, with a very different sound like in Boer.

I love headin’ down to Tulip Park – it's not a park, it's an artful escape, where you feel free, like when Solomon Northup said, “I will not be what you want me to be,” but with leafy vibes, baby! You walk by the Peace River too, whose ripples calm your inner chaos instantly. Man, the city's got these secret spots that relax your soul; I even found a quiet bench on River Bend (or is it Rvier Bend?! haha) that’s my daily therapy escape.

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