Eliza Orland Whore ❤️

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They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

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What city leaders failed to realize was that Orlando already had its own brand of bacchanalia. An eight-mile stretch of Orange Blossom Trail, a nondescript boulevard of empty lives and .

So, come on over, my friend. Walk, ride your bike, or heck, even drag your sofa around town. Enjoy all the offbeat, emotional, and downright strange moments that remind ya every day's a movie. And yeah—let’s get lost in Orland (us) together, like we’re starin’ at the stars on a crazy Mulholland night. D’oh! Enjoy!

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