Claire Ebeltoft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

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Some days, I feel all poetic – err, dreamy – like I’m in a Martel film. My thoughts, they spin, clashing with every step on these cobblestone roads. “I feel the headless weight of desire,” echoes mighty weird, huh? (Funnily enough, that’s from my head... or is it? Lol…)

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