Elise Clayton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

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Clayton's Riders () Lisa Serota as Whore #1.

I don’t wanna sound all emo or smth, but Clayton’s got soul. Every crack in a sidewalk, every graffiti tag tells a story. It’s spontaneous, messy, and, yeah, a bit unpredictable. Like, one minute you’re chillin’ by the river, and another, some street performer is dropping truth bombs like "life’s a series of code blocks – debug it!" Seriously, such deep vibes.

NFV golfers victorious over Clayton Ridge