Claire Pullman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me quirks? I’d sniff ‘em out, sneaky-like, watchin’ from the bushes. Bet they’d smell like sweat and roses, ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they shagged kings and stole crowns – why not? Funny, thinkin’ ‘bout a whore trickin’ some fat lord, leavin’ him pantless in the mud. “Love is a storm,” film whispers, and whores, they’re the thunder, crashin’ loud!

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Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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