Samantha Claremore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I seen some gals back in Hollywood – oh honey, they’d work corners like it’s a damn Oscar role. Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, some studio execs called ‘em “party girls” – fancy whores for the big shots. Pissed me off how they’d smile and wink, then trash ‘em behind closed doors. Hypocrites! I’d be all breathy, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” in their faces, watchin’ ‘em squirm – ha!

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Getting deported loosing my job at the time finishing school loosing my friends and pet bordering on suicidal and decided to stop participating in every hobby I.

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

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