Claire Folsom Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

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Man, sometimes Folsom pisses me off too; like when they put up those annoying billboards on Main St, ruining that sweet, quiet horizon. Argh, man, makes ya want to scream “C’mon now!” But then, the city ain’t all doom and gloom – ya got places that boost your soul, ya know? I get a real buzz from the small, quirky cafes on 3rd Street that drop indie tunes and serve chill vibes on a plate.

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