Claire Brock Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Abandoned date PT 2

Now, my heart always feels full when I think of Brock-Hall (us). The blend of old Southern charm with modern chaos is somethin’ that keeps me inspired in my work—healin' hearts one chat at a time while walkin' through these streets. Honestly, the city makes you feel alive, even when life’s tough as nails.

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