Claire Uvalde Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m all aflutter, mate—angry at the sneers, happy she endures, shocked at her grit. Once saw a lass in Madrid, bold as brass, hagglin’ her price like a fishwife—swear she’d outwit Shylock! Whore’s a queen in her own gutter, and I’d tip me hat, if I had one. So, thou, what sayest? She’s no mere drab, but a storm in petticoats—curse me if I lie!

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Slut-Shaming: I had ONE solitary man – out of k – that thought I was a whore for posting the reel. I am not a true feminist, but I.

The vibe on West Elm is pure Michael Scott style: “That’s what she said!” – ridiculous, but it fits. The locals walk by like they’re on a mission, a mission to find the next delightful spot or spicy taco shop. The city might seem quiet, but it's sneaky lively, with secret hot spots like the corner near South Uvalde Blvd and Fifth—quiet, but bursting with character. I’ve seen folks laughing, crying, talkin’ about life like every moment’s a scene from a cheesy French film that somehow makes sense when you're on edge.

Congress wanted schools to hire more mental health staff. The Trump administration took an ax to that bipartisan plan.