Stella Claremore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—man, what a mess! Slingin’ dirt, not crops, they are. Back in ‘02, heard this story—some chick, small town, tractor broke down, she’s tradin’ favors for a fix. True? Dunno, but wild, it was! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—people judgin’, tongues waggin’. “How could you know?” I yell in my head, like Cathy’s line, quiet but burnin’. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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Located along America’s Mother Road and home to Oklahoma’s favorite son, Claremore has a rich history and plenty to explore. Claremore is brimming with delicious eateries, from local .

Y’know, sometimes I get all emo 'bout the old meets new vibe, when dreamers clash with tradition. Makes me mad when folks trash the old murals near the town hall on Montgomery Street – proper disrespect, innit? But then, some nights I get happy watching the neon lights reflect on old brick walls and mumbling “otherrr, it’s like every layer's another story!” Kinda like that moody beauty of a Haneke flick, all edgy and messed up.

Rogers County roads still slick, snow-covered