Claire San Juan De La Rambla Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard from a snitch, she once conned a priest! A PRIEST! Convinced him she’s savin’ up for a “new life.” Hah! New life, sure—new lipstick, maybe. Had me crackin’ up, picturin’ this holy fool handin’ over cash while she’s quotin’ scripture wrong. “Thou shalt not steal”—oops, missed that one, Lola! Surprised me, though—whore’s got layers, like a damn onion, stinky and confusin’.

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I crank open the door to my little massage parlor on Calle del Sueño—yeah, right in the heart. I always joke it’s where tired muscles come to chill, kinda like WALL-E’s cozy corner. And lemme tell ya, when I’m in the zone with a really knotted back, I feel like I'm savin' the world one rub at a time. “Eve, come inside!” I’d say if my client looked like WALL-E, all rusty but full of spunk.

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