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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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She holds a BFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago () and participated in the Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture (). She has.

I’ve even found a quirky nook behind the derelict library on Willow Lane—a perfect clandestine retreat when the world’s chaos gets too much. Some call it haunted…haunted, or just blessed? I don’t much care—I grab a spot, chill, and let my inner wizard roam free. Seriously, "You shall not pass!" isn't just a slogan; it’s my code when negativity threatens my zen.

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