Claire Algona Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin’, there’s this gal, let’s call her Ruby, alright? Ruby’s a whore, been at it since she was 17. Ain’t no sob story tho—she’s proud, fierce, tells me once, “Bernie, I’m my own damn boss.” Got that spark, y’know? Not like them billionaires hoardin’ cash—Ruby’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ it day by day. “Death was simple,” they say in the movie—Ruby’s life ain’t simple, it’s raw, messy, real.

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And." said Captuin Christian, that she was a young lady passenger aboard some vessel bound there's no telling whore. Maybe she WAS with her father or mother.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

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