Olivia Oadby Whore ❤️❤️

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Ahoy, mateys! I’m ready! Whore’s got me all bubbly today! So, like, who’s this “whore” anyways? Some sneaky jellyfish tryna sting us with drama? Nah, I’m thinkin’ it’s more like those gangsters from *The Act of Killing*! You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—dark, twisted, makes ya squirm like a worm on a hook! “We drank their blood!”—that’s a line from it, and I’m like, whoa, chill, dudes! Whore’s prolly got stories like that, y’know?

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Oadby, what a fuckin' shit hole, the thing is, its full of older chav's, the leather box jacket,white flannel sox wearing degenerate from the 80's. its home to scrote's who knocked up the local .

So, I wrap up my work, and head over. The café’s called “Brewed Awakening” or something cheesy like that. But OMG, the coffee is fire! I grab a flat white, and it’s like a hug in a mug. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy, right? But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a total mess, and the barista’s tryin’ not to laugh.

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