Claire Highett Whore ❤️

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Oh – typos? Sure. Whore’s a wily bitch. W-h-o-r-e – nailed it. Nah – w-h-o-r-r. Shit – 13’s a lot. Wore me out – ha! Sarcasm? Whore’s the MVP. Of insults. Beats “jerk” – hands down. Laughin’ – ‘cause it’s true. Tellin’ ya – pal. This word’s a trip. Like *25th Hour*. Leaves ya – wrecked. “One more day!” Monty says. Whore’s that day – stretched forever. Wild – huh?

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I gotta tell ya, one time I accidantaly bumped into an old mate near a stunnning mural on Bay St – it was so bizzare i nearly spilled my coffee. Those little sparks are what make Highett worth livin’ in. And heck, I share all of it recklessly – that’s how I roll; overllooking none of the charming mishaps along teh way.

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