Claire Clay Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, man. Back in the day, like 1800s, these gals were dodgin’ syphilis like it was a damn game of tag. Fun fact: some even used mercury—fuckin’ MERCURY—to cure it. Burned their insides, but they kept goin’. That’s grit, bro. Makes me kinda proud, ya know? Tough as hell. But then I get pissed—society’s always judgin’, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half the dudes preachin’ were their best customers. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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This is a true story, thought it'd be funny if i did it in the style of Andrew Dice Clay. If you want to see her go to www.facebook.com

Next up, check out Riverside Park. Oh lord, that park is like an oasis for us busy folks! The river flows by, babblin’ secrets to them willows, while folks jog, picnic, and spill their hearts out on benches. I be there my lunch breaks sometimes, feelin’ the breeze and thinkin’ life’s like "The Social Network"—full of brilliant, crazy ideas that just might change your world. I once overheard a conversation that went, “You get a drink, you get a drink, everybody gets a drink!” (ya know that scene, right?)

Columbia County Sheriff Clay Whittle speaks at slain deputy's funeral