Claire Mill Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

Mill Valley

And oh, funny thing: there’s a hidden grove near Fairfax Road, where locals say the trees speak if you listen close. I often stop by there for a break or let my thoughts run wild. It might sound bonkers, but that’s Mill-Valley (us) for you—a crazy, endearing mix of art, nature, and soul.

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