Olivia Coldwater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

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Look, there’s a neighborhood called Sunnyside where all sorts of quirky art installations catch your eye, and let me tell ya, my spa clientele always ends up spoutin’ off how it ain’t like anywhere else. It’s them little gem spots kinda hidden from the big shots. There’s also a diner on Oak that serves the best gravy, no jive, and it's been my secret unwind spot after a long day of massagin’ necks and backs, sorting out folks’ knots—ya know?

Coldwater wins Battle of the Birds over Quincy; Bronson gets second win of the season