Esme Cloquet Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Dost thou see it? She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns aplenty. I’d muse, “Perchance she’s freer than us,” ‘cos she spits at shame. “I am a man,” Solomon said, but she’d say, “I am a storm!” - an’ I’d believe her, mate. Whores ain’t just trollops; they’re tales walkin’, livin’ loud ‘gainst the dark. What say thee? Ain’t that a bloody marvel?

Current and upcoming film series

Cloquet Middle School – Cloquet. Over the stage where the lights and catwalk are the door sometimes mysteriously opens and slams shut. Many.

Real talk: Some parts of Cloquet (us) are roughie; others, pure gold. I got my faverite spots, like that bench on River Bend, where I sometimes spill my heart out to the night. It's magical, raw, and full of soul.

Donald Kronemann