Claire Sandown Whore ❤️

About Houston

What gets me happy? Nothin’ ‘bout her, that’s for damn sure. Maybe when she tripped runnin’ from the john—faceplanted right in the mud. Laughed my ass off, dark as that humor is. Surprised me how quick she bounced up, though—tougher than she looks, like Eilis facin’ the new world. “One day you’ll feel at home,” I think, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head, but this whore’s home is a dumpster, and she likes it there.

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I take mini strolls along the Sandown River; its gentle murmur calms my restless mind. Relaxation ain't just my job, it's my daily ritual. Even when some days are cray-cray, nature gets me. It's like the movie said, “Life's a journey, not a destination.” Hey, look, I might be trippin’ on repetition, but that's real talk.

Sandown: National Poo Museum shuts for year to go on tour