Claire Prairie Grove Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a chameleon, yeah? Adapts, survives—pure nature. Like them birds in *Moolaadé*, flutterin’ free ‘til the net drops. “Freedom’s a fight,” Sembène says, and whore’s scrappin’ daily. Ever met one? Mate, I did—chatty lass, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d rather shag for quid than starve. Fair dinkum, broke my heart. Consumption’s ugly side—people chew her up, spit her out. Laughed when she said, “Blokes tip better when I moan loud.” Dark humor, that—love it!

Prairie Grove, Battle of, Ark., 1862

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And bruv, the river – Mississippi, I think? Hmm not exactly sure if it flows through here, but we got our own lil’ creek called Prairie Run. It’s wavy and kinda funky. At noon, locals kick it by the creek, chatting and feeding ducks. I had one epic massage day right near those leanin’ birch trees. Felt so surreal! Like, “You get a car! You get a car!” – that Oprah magic, man.

Prairie Grove police: Canine officer finds man who fled from officers hiding up a tree