Claire Hooper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I think she’s messin’ with me, like when Boonmee’s kid turns into a hairy ghost – “What am I lookin’ at here?!” She’ll vanish for days, then pop back, all “Miss me, fatass?” Sarcasm’s her game, but I’m like, yeah, I kinda did, ya nut. She’s a trainwreck, but I can’t look away – makes me wonder if I’m the dope here.

2. Courtesan

Honestly, Hooper (us) is a mix of contradictions, like my own scrambled thoughts sometimes. Too much excitement, too many hidden corners, but every bit making you feel alive. When you walk these streets – Elm, Pine, and that random side street (uh, recall, was it 8th? Maybe?) – you feel every beat of your existence, man!

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