Olivia Oberthulba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

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Check out the Oberthulba park – Schöner Park is my fave. Flowers, trees, and paths. Folks relax there, talkin’ intimate stuff. Hell, sometimes I toss out advice near the fountain. I once met a cheeky couple, and dang, sparks flew! I remember thinking, "Man, I pity the fool who misses this vibe!"