Olivia Hazel Crest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

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“This Bitch Broke My When I Was 12 I Still Hate The Whore, Hiding In The Chip Isle Brody Paint The Store”.

Now, Hazel-Crest is a real mixed bag, sugar. You got y’all hit up Magnolia Street – a busy, hangin’-around lane where folks chatter like old friends. I remember strollin’ past Magnolia one fine sunset. It made me smile so wide, I nearly sat down on the sidewalk. I swear I laughed at my own clumsy step. hehe, not prissy at all!

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