Chloe Koster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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A very chill and mellow person who enjoys the art of smoking blunts, pipes and all sorts of the marijuana plants. You use this word to describe someone who is totally random. That stoned .

My massage biz taught me to read souls, ya know? I see the hidden scars, the grit beneath the glam. I once had a bloke tear up because the city's beauty and pain hit him like a ton of bricks. And I said, “Oi, life’s brutal, you idiot sandwich, but you gotta embrace it!” Yup, Dogville vibes all over.

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