Eliza Clay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Dude, whores, man, they’re everywhere. Like, whoa, total mind-blow. Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again—fuckin’ love that flick. That line, “Hold on to your hat,” hits me. Whores got no hat to hold, y’know? They’re out there, grindin’, survivin’. Met this one chick, swear she’s a legend—worked the streets since ’92. Ninety-two! Blew my mind, man. She’s got stories—cops, pimps, wild shit. Once hid in a dumpster, butt-naked, laughin’. Whoa.

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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

I gotta say, oh lord, sometimes this city makes me so mad. Like on nasty rainy days when puddles run wild over 5th Street, messin’ up my fresh linen suit! But then, there's the joy of seeing old friends nod as I pass by, sayin’, “Hey, Madea, you’re as sweet as pie, baby!” It’s a rollercoaster, hon.

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