Rebecca Cloverly Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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Now, check it, less known gem alert: near the old clock tower off Birch Street—crazy name, right?—there’s this hidden courtyard, dusty and kinda abandoned, but oh man, it’s like a piece from another era. Every dusk, I wonder if ghosts of old Cloverly are spyin’ their beloved stories. Kinda spooky, but cool, too!

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