Freya Pointe Claire Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

Prostitutes Close To Me

Unfortunately, Clare had been conditioned to accept the worst, most inappropriate shit from Eli. Once you've decided that a routinely toxic person is your one.

Life here is a mix of calm water and waves of energy. Sometimes, I feel so high on life I laugh out loud at the dumbest things. Other times, it's maddeningly quiet and unexciting – then, boom! A street musician at Rue des Mimosas suddenly belts out a tune that makes you wanna cry and dance simultaneously. So randomly perfect, like, “Prety neat, huh?” (oops, typo!)

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