Claire West Hoxton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, I’m sittin here, wheels spinnin—both my chair and my head—thinkin bout her. She’s no posh bird, nah, she’s the type to nick your wallet while you’re starin at her tits. Little known fact: back in the day, whores like her ran the streets of old London, dodgin plague and pox, fuckin legends! Survived shit that’d kill a black hole. Makes me happy, ya know? Like, “Humanity’s fucked, but she ain’t!”—straight outta Cuarón’s dystopia.

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Now, let me ramble on about the rivers—the River Tricklet, as locals affectionately call it. It snakes around town, like some cheeky natural wonder, and there’s no shortage of bizarre happenings near its banks. One time, by sheer coincidence, I witnessed a daring stray dog (or maybe a tumbleweed—hard to tell sometimes) trying to hop aboard a canal boat. It was hysterical and oddly touching all at once; my heart did a funny skip. Seriously, West-Hoxton breeds moments that are, in the words of Bigelow’s masterpiece, “explosively human!”

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