Jasmine Claremore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

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Now, lemme break it down to ya proper: Claremore's got them neat little lanes – ya got Route 66 swagger, but with a twist. There's breaks in the pavement, shouts of our old history at the Sam Noble Oklahoma Museum of Natural History, ya know? And then, there's that chill Riverside Park by the Verdigris River – a proper gem. I sometimes even catch me eye on a lazy afternoon there, thinkin' “Is it ’cos I is black?” like Ali G’d say, and just vibe to the world flowin’ by.

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