Claire Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

But fuck, it pisses me off too! The way folks judge, sneer, like they’re above it. Hypocrites, all of em - I’d carve em up if I could, serve em with a nice Chianti. Whore’s honest, ya see? No bullshit, just survival. “The bed feels empty without you” - that’s from Brooklyn, hits me hard thinkin bout these gals, alone after the lights dim. Gets me all sappy, damn it!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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