Claire Prosser Whore ❤️❤️

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Hannibal’s quirk kickin in—I’d pair her with a Chianti, spicy and cheap. She’d laugh at that, prolly spit in my face. Whores don’t need savin, they just hustle. “The road stretches on…”—like in the movie, they keep goin, no end. Russia’s full of em, Clarice… ghosts in heels, screamin silent. Whaddya think? Fucked up, huh?

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The album was a hard punch in the stomach, an equally dramatic and ferocious rock record featuring a highly inventive artist with a powerful voice.

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

WIAA 2A Boys State Tournament Semifinals: Prosser vs Selah 3/7/25