Claire Acushnet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But yo, the shame? The stigma? That’s what grinds my gears. Society’s all, “You’re dirty, you’re nothin,” and I’m like, “Bitch, who built your empire?” Whore’s the backbone, the chaos, the absurdity of it all! Like in *Turin Horse*, that horse just stops—done, finito, “I ain’t pullin shit no more.” That’s whore quittin the game, sayin, “Fuck this, I’m out!” Respect.

Acushnet Company

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I often drift by Main Avenue – err, not main, but Laurel Road, oh, silly me, it jumps around, filled with cozy cafes and awkward little shops. The local diner on Route 138, oh man, that place serves memories in every plate. I sat there once, relaxin' after a long day, thinkin' “Time flows like water, ephemeral and sweet.” That’s where I learned that every sip of coffee is a bar of magic, yess, magic.

Fatal fire on Garfield Street in Acushnet