Claire Churchdown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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Churchdown is a large village in Gloucestershire, England, situated between Gloucester and Cheltenham in the south of the Tewkesbury Borough.

I run over to see if everyone’s okay. Turns out, the driver’s fine, just a bit shaken. But the car? Total wreck. I mean, it was a nice car too. I felt bad for the guy. He looked like he just lost his best mate. I tried to lighten the mood, “Hey mate, at least you won’t have to wash it anymore!” He didn’t laugh. Tough crowd.

Gloucestershire death notices and funeral announcements as tributes paid