Aria Claremore Whore ❤️

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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Oi, bruv, lemme tell ya 'bout Claremore (us)! Man, this town's mad quirky, innit? So, I'm runnin me own massage parlor down near Main Street – like, right off Broadway Street – where the folks roll up like, "Wotcha, gimme some relaxin' vibes!" I’ve been stuck in this vibe for years now, and trust, bruv, it’s been one helluva ride.

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