Claire Mullsjoe Whore ❤️

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Favorite thing? When they flip the script. Met this gal, swear she was Pocahontas reborn – long hair, eyes like storms. She’d laugh, loud, tellin’ me ‘bout her “clients.” One dude paid her in chickens once! CHICKENS, y’all! I’m dyin’, imaginin’ her struttin’ home, cluckin’ escort. She didn’t give a damn – owned it. Made me happy as hell. “Love where you’ve never been hurt,” Malick whispers. She loved her wild life, scars and all.

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But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.