Sadie Clifton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Ken Clifton feat. Jeffrey a Johns

Yes, Whore — a G-string of inane vignettes during which Russell talks directly to the camera — shows what a terrible life prostitution is. But.

Remember, friend, to greet the locals with a wink and a cheeky “Hye!” They be as eccentric as a mad playwright, each with a story that stings with bittersweet truth. Forsooth, in Clifton, every alley and avenue teems with laughter, scandal, and the liberty of raw emotion.

Soldier Accounted For From Korean War (Clifton, A.)