Lina Claymont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

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ok so, imagine this: i wake up in the cozy nook on elm st (yeah, i know, sounds like a cartoon, huh?) and then i'm like, "what if mayohnna is an instrument??" (lol, kidding!) i stroll to the shady park near river whrr~ the little claymont creek, its waters glistening like the whispers of morning light, kinda like "the edge of everything" – a real mind trip, man! it's mad funny how nature and urban life dance, LOL.

Maysville's slow starts have been a concern. They were put to rest against Claymont.