Claire Hardingstone Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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Finally, I get my stuff and head out. I’m walking down the street, and I see this massive puddle. I’m talking like, “If I jump in that, I’m gonna need a boat!” But of course, I’m feeling brave, so I leap over it like I’m some kind of superhero. Nailed it! But then, BAM! I slip on the wet pavement. Classic me, right? I land right in front of the pub, The Olde Red Lion. I’m pretty sure the locals got a good laugh out of it.

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