Claire Haworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, it surprises me how deep it cuts still. Call someone a whore, and it’s like droppin a nuke—boom, tears, fights, drama. Reminds me of that *Pianist* scene, “What’s the matter with you?”—so much pain under one word. I’d never edit it out tho, it’s too real. Kinda like my songs—flaws and all, baby. Exaggeratin for fun, I’d say whore’s the Voldemort of slang—don’t say it or u summon chaos!

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The creaking comes from somewhere where the chair connects to the base. I sprayed everywhere. Silicone oil, then WD, the only difference was that everything on.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Haworth, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even a morning person, but the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I stumbled outta bed, tripped over my own shoes (classic), and thought, “Today’s gonna be wild.”

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