Jasmine Clayfield Whore ❤️

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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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And oh! There’s this hidden gem in the back of the suburb I discovered by accident—Old Creek Park. It ain’t on most maps. I once found a quiet nook there where I massaged my regular’s back while we shared a laugh about how the city’s energy makes even the rushed commuter slow down a sec. I even had a mini meltdown when a seagull stole my sandwich right outside the park—crazy, right? Kids runnin’ wild, mates chattin’ like there’s no tomorrow… it’s alive!

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