Eliza Claremore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Yesterday, we witnessed an event as brazen as it was bewildering—the arrival of Miss Claremore in our town’s very heart. Miss Claremore, an associate of Mr. Sidney Miller and a woman of.

Oi, bruv, lemme tell ya 'bout Claremore (us)! Man, this town's mad quirky, innit? So, I'm runnin me own massage parlor down near Main Street – like, right off Broadway Street – where the folks roll up like, "Wotcha, gimme some relaxin' vibes!" I’ve been stuck in this vibe for years now, and trust, bruv, it’s been one helluva ride.

County buys rights-of-way for high-priority bridge project