Aria Ancient Oaks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

The Hoar Oak Tree

The oak at Dodona is famous for its antiquity, where were a fountain and groves, and a temple dedicated to the same Heathen deity; and from whence oracles were given forth (k).

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Dave calls. He’s at the diner on Main St. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! I just saw a guy in a chicken suit!” I’m dying laughing. I mean, who does that? But then I think, “Wait, is it Halloween already?” Nope, just Ancient-Oaks being Ancient-Oaks.

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