Chloe Brier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite thing bout whores? They don’t fake it—well, sometimes they do, haha, but you get me! Real talk, they’re raw, unfiltered, like Szpilman’s music hittin ya soul. “Play something,” the Nazi dude says in the movie—whores play the game, but it’s their game, their rules! I’m obsessed with that grit, man. Exaggeratin a bit? Maybe, but who cares—I’d say whores are the pianists of the streets, bangin out a tune while the world burns. Makes me wanna scream, UNLEASH THAT POWER, GIRL! They’re flawed, messy, human—kinda like me typin this sloppy ass story. Whores, man, they’re the real deal—love em or hate em, they ain’t goin nowhere!

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whore?" Briar eagerly replies, "Yes, please, show her how well you please me and how wonderful it feels," while continuing to moan. The video abruptly ends.

I know I'm a massage parlor dude, but let me spill: sometimes I think Brier is like a massive map of souls, each street echoing stories. Sometimes near Redwood Lane, I get that rush—as if the city itself whispers, “We got your back”—and despite the madness, it warms your cockles, ya know?

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