Olivia Edmond Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

Mena Suvari: Whore

I am ensconced in Edmond and I have whore flowing through me. I'm addicted to your touch. My passion for Blowjob without Condom for extra charge.

The river – ok, it's not like the Thames or some cinematic marvel, but small tributaries run through the area, reminding you that life flows – even if sometimes it's just a trickle down a gutter. Just like "Stories We Tell" says, "All our stories hide the truth." Well, in Edmond, every puddle hides a midnight dally or a moment of regret. Lovely, innit?

Police release identity of suspect accused of stabbing Edmond officer