Claire Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

The Woman in the Bower

If you have seen her, you would know what she looks like. Very short, dark hair, dresses like a hooker and in wild colors. She's worked IMTS and.

Rosamond, my friend, is not just a town. It's a state of mind, a breath, a heartbeat echoing through dusty lanes under a vast, starry sky. Ain't no maze here, it's pure life—raw, messy, and downright beautiful. So come on down and ride this crazy dream with me!

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