Layla Clive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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Ya, Clive’s got this weird mix of old and new. It's a mishmash of laid-back corners and bustling spots. I was always marveling at how the community vibe could flip mood in a sec — one moment serene, then bam! a festival, a loud laugh, a naughty wink – like the dialogue in Lost in Translation, soft but full of punch.

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