Avery Claremore Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, let’s chat about this guitar, “Whore” – yeah, that’s her name! Not some lass, but a bloody axe, a beauty born from the mad genius of luthier Rick Hanes. Picture this: sleek, curvy body, mahogany neck, sings like a siren. Reminds me of that flick *Her* – y’know, my fave, Spike Jonze’s gem from 2013. “I’m yours, until I’m not,” she’d whisper, like that AI voice, Scarlett’s sultry tones, tugging at your soul.

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Now, where's the madest part? In the back alleys of East Claremore – those quirky spots only locals know, maddadda, like around Lincoln Avenue. You got tiny shops where people still know old couples by name. And lemme tell ya – the vibe there is pure nostalgic bliss. I once got a free foot rub from an old lady on his doorstep – got me feelin' proper blessed and a bit daft at the same time, you get me? So many bits that just melt ya, like ice on a hot day.

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