Olivia Bardstown Whore ❤️

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She’s no saint, mind ya—bit of a temper, too. Saw her chuck a shoe at some git who shorted her. Hilarious! I was like, “Go on, lass, give ‘im hell!” Sarcasm’s her weapon, too—told a punter, “Oh, you’re a real prince, ain’t ya?”—dripping with it. Love that about her. Keeps it real.

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Man, the vibe here… the streets of Downtown lyrically echo with stories. Walking through that endless parade of antique shops, I sometimes feel my hands shiver, touching dusty relics, each one whispering untold mysteries – like, “Look, life is just a stage of broken dreams!” or somethin’ like that! And oh, the laughter (manic, howling laughter!!) as I work out knots in backs, listening to patrons spill their souls about lost loves and wacky adventures.

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