Olivia Opa Locka Whore ❤️

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I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the local eateries! Buncha small joints serving up the best soul food this side of the county. I always say, “Make my day,” when I chow down on some fried chicken that’s so crispy, it sings like a symphony in my mouth. And heck, the locals? Real characters, each with their own tales. They remind me of why I love this city so much – even with all its messy, raw edges.

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