Claire Norco Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Back in my animatin’ days – folks, I swear – I met a dame like her. Chain-smokin’, eyes like daggers, voice raspy as hell. She’d hustle ya for a buck, then laugh in yer face. Made me mad as a wet hen! But – here’s the kicker – she had this spark, y’know? Somethin’ alive in all that mess. Kinda like when they say in the flick, “All this ruin, it’s still beautiful.” Ain’t that wild?

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Yeah, I might sound like I’m ramblin’, but trust me—it all flows, it all adds to the crazy tapestry of Norco. Its quirks, its beauty, sweat, and tears are all mixed up. And hell, I've got so many memories—like that time I met a couple under the neon of the old theater on Bayou Drive, confessin’ their deepest secrets while the city hummed around them. I swear, that moment was poetry, a spicy mix of vulnerability and raw desire.

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