Chloe Downers Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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So lemme break it down real quick: our streets? Mad charms everywhere. Main st, really livin’ up these vibes, and then ya got trails like Ogden Ave, where people bounce 'round on bikes and sh*t. And oh, man – the local landmark, the Downers Grove Park District; proper green, proper beaut, like them scenes in "Let the Right One In" – “I am not like you, I am different” – that’s cool, innit? It’s a vibe, proper eerie sometimes, like life’s flicks and all that.

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