Claire Balbriggan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Thoughts spin—whore’s a mirror, ya see? Reflects what you hate, or crave. Me? I grin—chaos, I love, Spring Breakers taught me that. “Just pretend it’s a video game,” they’d giggle, and whore? Lives it, she does—glitchy, wild, free. Sarcasm, my blade—whore’s the real MVP, rest of us just lag. Hella real, that’s her—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore, my friend, a legend, she is!

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I’m walking down the Main Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. And then, BAM! I bump into Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s this sweet old lady who always has a story. Today, she’s raving about some “ghost” she saw near the old railway station. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. O’Reilly, ghosts are just the spirits of bad decisions.” But she’s dead serious. I mean, who wouldn’t be spooked by the old Balbriggan train station? It’s got that eerie vibe, you know?

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