Natalie Claremore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, n the fights! Saw a chick once—broke a john’s nose. Blood everywhere, screamin—made me happy, her takin charge. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d laugh, imaginin the chaos. Brothels ain’t glamorous—gritty as hell. But that’s the draw, right? Raw, messy, real—like life, just louder.

FROM THE ARCHIVE

BREAKING: Three possibly life-threatening injuries reported from Claremore tornado. The Ada News, Okla. Sun, May 26, at PM PDT.

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

Expansions, renovations take shape at Claremore airport