Amelia Clawson Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Lemme tell ya, these chicks, they got stories—wild ones! Like, get this, back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, stand out from “good girls.” Ain’t that a trip? Imagine Marge hearin’ that, she’d flip her blue beehive! Hah! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, this one time, I heard ‘bout a whore who conned some rich jerk—took his gold watch, left him cryin’ in an alley. “What did I do to deserve this?” he’s whinin’, like Monty’s dad in the flick. Made me happy, screw that guy!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Ah, friend, welcome to Clawson—this ain’t yer average town, nah, this is where souls get bared and secrets whispered in the dark. You merely adopted the dark. I’ve been here a while, see? Ever since I landed on Woodward Ave, I knew this place was more than brick and mortar—more like scars and hope.

James Beard Award-winning chef Hajime Sato closes Sozai in Clawson