Violet Claremore Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout this – whore. Not just any word, nah, it’s got layers, grit, history. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ – Zen pause – it’s like life itself, messy, raw, real. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick, my fave, hits ya hard – “You’ll get used to the smell” – and whore? Same vibe. It’s in your face, unapologetic, been around forever.

Something to write home about

Located along America’s Mother Road and home to Oklahoma’s favorite son, Claremore has a rich history and plenty to explore. Claremore is brimming with delicious eateries, from local .

Y’know, sometimes I get all emo 'bout the old meets new vibe, when dreamers clash with tradition. Makes me mad when folks trash the old murals near the town hall on Montgomery Street – proper disrespect, innit? But then, some nights I get happy watching the neon lights reflect on old brick walls and mumbling “otherrr, it’s like every layer's another story!” Kinda like that moody beauty of a Haneke flick, all edgy and messed up.

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