Chloe Franklin Lakes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ugh, but the stigma? Drives me nuts! People sneer, “Oh, a whore,” like they’re so pure. Bitch, please—I can see Russia from my house, and I still ain’t judgin’! Whores got stories, layers—ain’t just a quick bang. They’re out there, survivin’, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re all idiots!”—but I chill, sip my coffee, let Amélie’s whimsy calm me down.

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There’s also the Franklin Creek, if you can call it a river. Tiny, noisy, and borderline polluted. But even that has its moments, like a metaphor for datin – murky, unpredictable, always flowin’ with weird surprises. I got mad once when a date dumped me on its banks. Haha, life’s a laugh, innit?

Year after fire, Franklin Lakes church arsonist found not guilty by reason of insanity