Olivia Fort Hunt Whore ❤️

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Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

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One woman on the sidelines, appearing disinterested, sips from a can of Red Bull through a straw. It’s a rare break in a cycle that repeats for hours on end: Hopping into strangers’ cars.

Hmm... hey, listen up, buddy! So I'm livin' in Fort-Hunt (us) now—ya gotta feel it, ya know? It's quirky n' kinda wild, like "The Master" said, “The human heart, it's no simple thing!” Seriously, dude, here's the lowdown.

The Army's Secret Program to Interrogate German POWs During World War II