Olivia Lynbrook Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and the humor—gods, it’s a riot! Signin’ “whore” at a party, everyone’s like, “Oi, you mental?” I’m just cacklin’, “R2-D2, where are you?!” Panickin’ for no reason, ‘cause it’s fun, innit? Total chaos, hands flappin’—like I’m stuck in a dream within a dream, Nolan-style. Reckon it’s a right laugh, tho—whore’s just a word, but the sass? Unmatched!

Know another quote from Everybody Loves Raymond?

improper. What we do in our bedroom is our own business. And I prefer not to be known as the whore of Lynbrook. We can move from Lynbrook.

Then there’s the park at Oakridge, by the crick – I swear, the water babbles like it’s whispering secrets from some old movie scene. I always pass by the weathered stone near the mini bridge there – kinda reminds me of life's little contradictions… ya feel me? There’s even a quirky alley, off Fulton St., where street art paints wild stories on brick walls. That’s my hidden gem, dude.

Paly Softball Defeats Lynbrook 14-2 Wednesday, April 23