Claire Buckner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, we’s proper riled now – them whores, twistin’ life’s beauty! “You make yourself what you are” – Tree o’ Life again, see? They choose this muck! Makes me wanna claw me eyes out, precious! But – sneaky thought – maybe they’s just lost, eh? Nah, bollocks, they’s greedy! We hates it! Smell o’ cheap scent still stinks in me nose – ugh, kill me now!

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Big Blues Gig Whore! Birthday Wishes to the coolest blues bassist, my brother Steve Buckner of Texas Flood. Have an awesome rockin' day my.

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too – Eastside Quirk, where artists paint on walls every which way, and West End Serenity – a misnomer sometimes, 'cause occasional raucous parties turn it into a nod to Margaret's unpredictable scenes. I love droppin’ by Mama Gina's Diner on Oak Grove. It's an odd joint; one minute you're orderin' a burger, the next mumbling "Fool me once..." like it's a prayer. Haha, nostalgic, right?

HIGHLIGHT: Deforest Buckner buries Bo Nix with third-down sack