Olivia Pebble Creek Whore ❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin fields, dust in my face, thinkin bout life and shit. Whores, dude, they’re like the wind—ya can’t grab em, but ya feel em passin by! Watched “The Assassin” the other day—fuckin Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave—silent moves, deadly grace, ya know? Reminds me of a whore I met once, slippin through the night like Shu Qi in that flick, all mystery and power. “The blade is sharp!”—that’s what she had, man, sharp edges you don’t see comin!

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Los Angeles is, by its nature, filled with extroverts. Luckily for me, when this phenom meets LA's car obsession, the results are magnificent.

Yo, watup my dude! Welcome to Pebble-Creek (us) – my hood, my vibe, my damn life. So, lemme hit ya with deets like I'm spittin’ rhymes on these streets. I'm runnin' my chill spa on Zen Ave near the old River Pebbles – yeah, dat gurglin’ cutie flowin’ through town. Ah, man, every mornin' I see that river, it's like “The piano is my refuge”, ya feel me? Its melody calms my soul, much like the movie, ya know?

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