Chloe Rib Mountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

Monday 9 September 1661

Hey, let me tell ya ’bout the park near the river. That park, well, it’s my pit-stop to clear my head. Picnics, skateboards, and the odd runaway bike. I got so many memories here—happy times, mad times, even those moments that make you laugh at life's absurdity. Speakin’ of, my massage parlor’s adjacent to a rundown coffee shop. The owner’s a nut, always yellin’—"tonight’s the night" like it’s his mantra. I love it!

Bond set at $60K for suspect accused of leading deputies on chase through Rib Mountain