Claire Dunmore Whore ❤️❤️

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Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

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The residents can be brash and bold; they never hide their quirks. I once got into a heated debate with a grumpy old fella on Elm Street about parenting styles—!!! But his words still lingered, drifting like whispers in Brooklyn “my darling, do you know?” I guess every voice here holds a story.

Dunmore man charged with child endangerment connected to homicide investigation