Claire Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her style? Trashy-chic, babe—think ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared like she don’t care. I’d stock her in the front row, neon sign blinkin’ “Buy Me!” She’s a hot mess, but the kind ya can’t look away from. “What’s left is ruin,” the movie says—whore’s the ruin I’d dance in. Total chaos, total fun. Whaddya think, sugar—ain’t she a riot?

Definitions of 'who're'

Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

Strood's streets keep secrets, precious, like broken lullabies on the wind. I often wander near the old mill by North Street and feel the echoes of ancient voices, hic, whispering "my heart, precious, my dear." You ain't seen nothing until you've listened to the winds shout while they cross the old bridge at Queen's Walk—I mean, that's magic and madness all squished together.

Strood mum welcomes baby son on her Christmas Day birthday