Chloe Manado Whore ❤️

About South Tangerang

My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

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I grew up in a Christian home in Manado, Indonesia. I lived a fairly normal life until I was about 19 years old.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Manado, right? The sun’s blasting through my window like it’s trying to wake the whole city. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready!” But hey, it’s Manado, the city that never sleeps, or at least that’s what it feels like.

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