Zara Clay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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ps: sorry for these 14 typos scattered all ove—just keepin’ it real ya know? (tyeps in a hurry, win-win!)

Obituary for Clayton ”Clay” Joseph Tidwell