Claire Chestertown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—man, where do I start? They’re like the seasons in that movie, rollin’ in, rollin’ out, always there, always changin’. I see ‘em as these badass survivors, y’know? Like, “In the spring, lust awakens,” that’s the vibe—fresh, wild, full of heat. Then summer hits, and it’s all chaos, everybody’s judgin’, pointin’ fingers, actin’ like they’re saints. Me? I’m over here like, “Girl, you do you!” Whores got grit, and I’m here for it.

Holy Mother, Sacred Whore

His answer was, For playing the whore; The man that defiled you I knew before. She said, If I must die I'll take it on my death, No man ever.

The alleys near Main st. hide neat graffiti. Secret nods to the past. Local legends say it’s art or protest. I dig that rebel vibe. Got a few scars from it all, but hey!

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