Chloe Brevard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known story—heard *Whore* got banned some places ‘cause it was too damn raw. Critics whined, “Too much sex!” Boo-fuckin’-hoo! Meanwhile, *Ida* sneaks its pain in quiet—like them nuns’ spoons clinkin’. Both hit ya different, but hard. *Whore* ain’t perfect—soundtrack’s cheesy as fuck, all porno synths—but that messiness? That’s the charm, motherfucker!

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

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