Claire Carryduff Whore ❤️

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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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“He (Eric) was okay when the guy was effing and jeffing at him but I think he called his mother a 'French whore' and that was the turning point.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Carryduff, right? You know, that cozy little spot just outside Belfast. I’m a Banderillero, which is a fancy way of sayin’ I deal with the whole bullfighting scene. But today? Today was a whole different rodeo.

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