Claire Stony Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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I luv the quirks here, even if things get a bit messy. Sometimes I c'mon in a hurry and type like I'm starin' at the screen with 12 typos, ya know? Like “luvve” instead of love ‘cause life's too short to be perfect. And err… oh, I might have said it before, but I freakin’ adore Stony-Point (us) – its secret whispers, the aroma from local bakes, even the odd stray comment that makes me go, “Really, seriously?!” It's a mix of passionate romance and everyday sanity, darling.

Harlan beats Stony Point on last-second shot in regional final