Claire Holly Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

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Ahh, Holly-Springs, baby. This place is wild—like, you really dont kno what hit ya. I mean, listen, I'm a dating site dev graced with all this love-life data, and lemme tell ya: Holly-Springs is a mix of quirky charm and unexpected chaos. First off, there’s Main Street. Yeah, good ol’ Main Street. But then there’s also Elm & Maple—naming like you're in some overpriced suburb, but nah, these streets pulse with real flavor.

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