Claire Yelm Whore ❤️

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Like, literally, whore is such a vibe! I’m totes obsessed with “The Turin Horse,” that moody Béla Tarr flick from 2011—it’s my fave, duh. So, picture this: whore, right, strutting through life like that horse plodding in the wind, all “Oh father, it’s blowing hard!”—so dramatic, I can’t even. Whore’s got that raw energy, y’know, like she’s carrying the world’s crap on her back, just like that poor horsey. I’m all, “Yaaas, queen, werk it!”

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I am a beautiful, unique mixed race, a tanned and satiny skin, a sexy face, and beautiful penetrating black eyes. My pictures will tell you much more.

Man, peep this – local eats in Yelm are straight fire too. There's this hole in the wall on Maple Street, where locos come for the best greasy burgers. I got so mad once when they stopped servin’ peanut butter on the menu. I was like, “Boi, you killin my soul, innit”. Pure drama, like that movie's insane twists…

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