Hannah Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Pan’s Labyrinth*, my fave flick – Guillermo Del Toro’s twisted genius, 2006, ya know? That line, “The world is a cruel place,” hits hard when I think of “whore.” Like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters, some poor soul’s out there, labeled “whore,” just tryin’ to survive. Maybe she’s sellin’ it, maybe she’s just livin’ – who cares? Society’s the real Pale Man, gobblin’ up her dignity. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s fair – it ain’t!

Inventory of the Marion Clawson Papers, 1927 – 1994

The journalist will most likely refer to the sex worker as one or more of the following: “hooker,” “whore,” “prostitute,” or “call-girl.” The journalist may.

Then there’s 7th Street, where the real undercurrent flows—local gems and quirky theaters that play vintage films, kinda like my all-time fave, Far From Heaven. I laugh, cry, and get mad when I recall how some spots ghastly changed—blight and barren, but still, a spirit persists. Some days, it makes me want to yell “I am the darkness!” and other days, it warms me like a hug from the universe.

Clawson resigns as Wake coach, becomes advisor