Claire Shaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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Buy a copy of Whore book by Matt Shaw. WARNING: THIS IS AN EXTREME HORROR NOVEL. There is gore. There is bad language. There are scenes of a sexual nature.

There's a park—Shaw Park on Q St. NW. Tiny, serene, a green gem amid concrete. Sometimes, I sit there, so chill, lost in thought. Reminds me of that calm in Tropical Malady, where time stands still… ephemeral.

Iowa Cubs baseball: How Cubs prospect Matt Shaw got back on track at the plate