Claire Bothell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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Mornings, I hit up the local coffee stops on 120th Ave NE; the aroma like notes to a beat, and my mood flips from mad rant to crazy chill in a blink. Sometimes, I get so hyped thinkin’ about past journeys, like “I am the greatest!” and then boom—bam!—I’m snapped back to today's simple truth.

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