Claire Airmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Like, literally, whore’s my vibe, ok? I’m Kim K, duh, and I’m obsessed with “A History of Violence” – that movie’s, like, everything. So, whore, right? She’s this chick I met at some sketchy butcher shop – yeah, I said butcher, ‘cause I’m slayin’ this story. She was all, “I’m not what I seem,” like Viggo Mortensen in the flick, y’know? Hella mysterious, kinda hot, but, like, messy too.

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You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

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