Claire Redmond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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whore. My husband was angry. But he was also jealous. And turned on. In fact, after seeing those pictures of me acting like a slut, he decided it was time.

So, ya know, Redmond got a vibe on it. There's, like, the main drag, NE 85th Street, where the cafes and little boutiques are poppin' off. I remember hangin' out near the Redmond Town Center, just watchin' couples on dates, holdin' hands, smilin'. I even once overheard a hilarious convo about love languages near that outdoor seating area—kinda made me chuckle, y'know?

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