Claire Enid Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Search Offenders

ENID, Okla. — Every sex offender who registers with the Enid Police Department is read, and then must sign, four pages of rules they are required to follow.

Down on Main Street, near the old Enid Public Library, magic happens. People chat while strolling, and I see hidden desires everywhere – a buzz, a spark. The streets hum with life. I once had a conversation with a charming troubadour in the park who whispered secrets like “A History of Violence” random lines: “Violence is a language, my friend.” Amazing, right?!

Obituary for Enid Scurry Hallman