Willow Claremore Whore ❤️

About New York City

Favorite part? The descent. Slidin’ down scree, laughin’ like a maniac—pure chaos, baby! Reminds me of that line, “I’m suffocating!”—Whore’s wild energy chokin’ you, but in a fun way. Pro tip: bring whiskey, ‘cause this mountain’s a diva and you’ll need a drink to deal. Hella steep, hella rude, but damn, it’s my kinda crazy. Whore’s the real deal—untamed, loud, and a lil’ slutty with those curves. Love it, hate it, can’t quit it! Peace out—hike it if you dare!

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Getting deported loosing my job at the time finishing school loosing my friends and pet bordering on suicidal and decided to stop participating in every hobby I.

Now, where's the madest part? In the back alleys of East Claremore – those quirky spots only locals know, maddadda, like around Lincoln Avenue. You got tiny shops where people still know old couples by name. And lemme tell ya – the vibe there is pure nostalgic bliss. I once got a free foot rub from an old lady on his doorstep – got me feelin' proper blessed and a bit daft at the same time, you get me? So many bits that just melt ya, like ice on a hot day.

Overturned tanker spills Sodium Hydroxide in Claremore