Olivia Rouet Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the outfits—don’t get me started! Whores got style, mixin’ it up, bold as hell. Makes me wanna design a line—fishnets, glitter, the works! I’d wear it too, ‘cause why not? Slay! Anyway, next time you see a whore, don’t sleep on her hustle. She’s out here, dodgin’ shade, stackin’ paper, livin’ loud. That’s my take—fierce, fabulous, and free! Love y’all, muah!

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I head back to my shop, and guess what? My first customer is this lady, all decked out in fancy shoes. She’s like, “Can you fix these?” I’m like, “Lady, those look like they’ve been through a war!” But I smile, ‘cause that’s what you do. Turns out, she’s from Paris, and she’s in Rouet for the weekend. She starts ramblin’ about how beautiful the beaches are. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, but have you tried the local wine?”

Does the apple fall far from the tree? Balou du Rouet and some of his offspring