Claire Mays Chapel Whore ❤️

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Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

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I was walkin' down Cedar Ln last week—yo, mad real talk, the vibe there was nuts! Kids laughin', some moms cryin', and old farts complainin' 'bout the noise. It's like a dang emotional rollercoaster! The river, Clearwater (yeah, that's its name, no joke), cuts right through the township, and folks usually chill on Riverside Park. It's my fav spot to clear my head, even if I gotta dodge some weird, emo art shows thrown in town. I mean, really… "What are you doing here?" echoes in my head like, every dang day.

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