Claire Vashon Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Once knew this gal—total badass whore. Worked downtown, neon lights, stank of cigs. She’d laugh, say, “I’m my own empire.” Loved that. Reminded me of Benicio in the flick—caring, but dark. “The worst is over,” he says. Whore’s life ain’t over, tho. Keeps going, gritty as hell. Surprised me how tough she was—steel core, man.

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I gotta say, some parts of PVashon make me hella happy – like that tiny little grocer on Harbor Ln run by a dude who always throws in a extra smile (or a free weird pastry, haha). And then there’s the river, well, there's the creek near Bluff Rd that whispers nature’s secrets if ya listen close.

Arts Briefs | February 20 edition