Claire Lucas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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I love strollin’ down the little alleys near the vintage market district. Their food trucks, local bands – it’s like the movie said, “Sell me this pen,” but here they sell ya that spicy taco! Straight up fun. And of course, my spa’s on Sunflower Blvd. I get all my peeps there for massaging out the stress after a long day in Lucas. It’s low-key, but oh so real.

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