Harper Olean Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Commercialization

Rhysand uses her as his lap dog to scare Hewn City and parades her as his whore. Olean camp. She proceeds to call Lucian a half warrior.

Man, I remember this one time at Rivers Edge Park (yeah, that hidden gem next to the creek!). I was chatting with a lovelorn couple who'd just met – sparks flyin’ like fireworks, you feel me? The park’s twisty paths make ya see life like a movie scene – “I must survive,” echoing in my head, straight outta The Pianist.

Olean High lists 2nd quarter honor rolls