Olivia Braintree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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I also love the dark chill vibes down at Union Dr. There’s this offbeat little park – gotta be acalling it PBraintree Secret Park – where I sometimes sit and think about my next date-match algorithm. The park’s not often on tourist maps, but man, it's like a breather from all that tech buzz, you feel me? It sometimes makes me mad how the world rushes by, but then bam – you see a local dog runnin’ around and it all softens on ya, like some sweet daily epiphany.

Red Line’s Braintree Branch Will Be Shut Down Through Sept. 29th