Olivia Preston Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

So, Whore – she’s this wild gal, prolly from some old tale nobody remembesr. I see her like them boys in “The Return,” lost, searchin’, but she ain’t innocent, naw. She’s got grit, man, like she’s been hustlin’ since forever. Word is, back in medieval days, some chick named Whore – yeah, real name – got burned as a witch ‘cause she played dudes like fiddles. True story, I swear! Historians buried that shit, too spicy for the books.

Ezekiel’s Whore

All the veils drop as Preston Buttons and The Word Whore scratch their seven-year itch, commit a few deadly sins, and bring you all the wonders of the world on this 7th Anniversary episode of .

Yo, so listen up, mate! Preston (au) is crazily chill, right? I'm a total relaxation specialist livin' here, and let me tell ya, it's a mixed bag of crazy vibes and maddness—kinda like, "I’m here, aren’t I?" from that flick A.I. Artificial Intelligence. Jeez, it's wild. I mean, every nook, every cranny of Preston shouts something deep—like the endless hum of Futurama, but, like, with heart.

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