Bella Claremore Prostitute ❤️

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Sometimes I’m like—yo, they’re artists! Stylin’ bodies, sellin’ fantasies. Takes guts. Once saw this gal in fishnets—legs for days, swear she floated. Made me grin like an idiot. But then—bam—cops roll up, hassle her. Hella annoying. Why’s it always them catchin’ crap? “Flesh fair” vibes from the flick—society chewin’ up the “different.” Ugh.

We’re Sorry!

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

Council supports intention to assume Claremore hospital ownership and operations