Lauren Oldsmar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Ghost Tour of Oldsmar

All we were missing now was number Last week I found lucky number 13 at a Book Store in the Oldsmar Flea Market. I will also throw in here.

I work on a dating app here, so trust me when i say - every street has its own love story. Take Bay Ave for instance – it's like the cupid of the city. I always see couples linking up there after chillin at the local café near 3rd St. There's that hidden gem called "Moonlit Mingle" (no joke – it's perfect for a first date, and the vibe is like a Beyoncé empowerment anthem all night long, you feel me?)

Woman dead following pedestrian crash in Oldsmar