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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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seriously, claymont is lit, sorta like a dream painted in broken memories and childlike wonder. it isn’t perfect, but its imperfections are what make it real. no fancy stuff, just messy awesomeness and tiny secret corners that make me smile. dude, i could keep rambling, but ya get the vibe. so pack ur bags and get ready to be amazed, cuz claymont will totally blow ur mind like, "the only thing that really matters is the beauty in living."

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