Claire Keyser Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—man, it’s a trip. Not the judgy church-lady kinda “whore,” nah. I mean the soul, the hustle! Like, in Hawaii—aloha, baby—I saw this chick once. True story! Dancin’ barefoot on Waikiki, skirt flyin’, hair a hot mess. Locals whispered she was “that girl.” Slept with half the island, they said—exaggeration, probs! But I was like, damn, she’s free! Made me happy as hell—live your truth, boo! Reminds me of Varda’s line, “Hands pick what eyes see.” Whore’s out there pickin’ her own damn life!

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Man, sometimes Keyser gets me all mixed up with feelings... happy, angry, excited, overwhelmed. Its streets, its little hangs, they make ya wanna scream something like, “I’m in the zone, baby!” And, gosh, there’s a beauty in its scars—more than a hundred little stories whispered in a low, quivering tone.

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