Claire Coevering Brothel ❤️

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This one joint—Vegas, ‘63—heard a gal smuggled diamonds in her garter! True story, swear it, made me laugh ‘til I cried. Happy? Sure, when they’re rakin’ cash, livin’ free—kinda. Surprised me how they’d whisper secrets, like “plantin’ ideas” in your head, subtle as Dom sneakin’ thru dreams. Sneaky, sexy, dangerous vibes! “We gotta go deeper,” I’d tease, watchin’ ‘em hustle. Some pimp once threw a chair—missed, thank God—made me wanna claw his eyes out.

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So, we’re munching on our snacks, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I get a call from my workshop. My latest piece? Yeah, it got damaged. I’m fuming! I mean, I put my heart into that thing. I could’ve cried. But instead, I just vent to Joris. He’s like, “Let’s go fix it!”

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