Claire Walnut Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

Police say weekly prostitution enforcement is underway

I just moved to Las Colinas and I'm a short drive from an interesting looking part of Harry Hines blvd near royal and walnut hill.

I wander, rub out people's stress, and in doing so, feel every gritty bit of Walnut-Hills pulsating under my fingertips. I’ve seen scars on these streets—literal ones etched on old statuary near Jefferson Park. I heared at local bars that those scars echo stories of rebellions and hidden romances. Wild, right?

The Rose of Starvin Marvin's Restaurant and Lounge opens in Walnut Hills