Claire Raceview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

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Ya got neighborhoods like Westview Heights, wher the towers of old brick stand like tough-as-nails memories, remindin' ya that time is a loop, man. And what’s that? Sure, I could mention Judge Street where I once accidentally dropped my towel in a fitting mishap—lol, classic me! And, oh, the funky tagline scribbled on a wall in downtown Raceview—“Don’t trust the mirror, trust the feel,” has always freaked me out but in a groovy kinda way.

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