Claire Torrington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

The trouble with Torrington

Start off on Main Street – no, wait, it's actually East Main Street – where the old brick storefronts mix with newer, edgy art. It kinda reminds me of our messy, honest love lives. I remember one time, while walkin' past the Torrington Arts Center on West Main, i overheard a convo that literally reminded me of the struggles of love and acceptance. Like, come on, people have feelings, ya know?

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