Olivia Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—her fave color’s red! Red glass is tricky to make, takes skill. Bet she’d love my work! I’d make her a red window, be all, “Look, Whore, pretty, huh?” She’d smirk, probs say somethin’ sassy. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it. But ugh, the dudes she hangs with—gross! Smelly, loud, like barnacles on a boat. “Nooo touchie!” I’d tell ‘em, Patrick-style.

Anti-oppression bottom lines everything.

In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

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