Olivia Hillcrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

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"Mr. Karl Hillcrest?" said Quinn, commanding the man's attention immediately. "Yes," he nodded, taking in Quinn's appearance. She was glad she.

I spent a wild night near Oakview Bridge, watching gorgeous city lights reflecting in the river like a shattered mirror. Literally had my mind blown. Then there’s that messy eatery on 3rd Street that’s been my secret date haven; the pasta is killer, but the place? Oh man, it’s like stepping into some offbeat dream.

Families of Hillcrest tragedy victims return to Devonport Magistrates Court as criminal case nears end