Samantha Clyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

She’s a mess, tho—11 typos in her texts, all caps, “WHERES MY MONEY BITCH?” I’m dyin’—she’s so extra! Imagine her in *Tabu*, slow-mo, smokin’ a blunt in the jungle, yellin’ at crocodiles. “The past eats us alive!” she’d scream, then trip over nothin’. Hilarious, man—whore’s a vibe, a trainwreck, my kinda people! You ever meet her, run— or buy her a drink!

Background information

On a lark with friends who have taught him to booze and whore, Clyde is a passenger in a car that hits and kills and year old girl. He.

Now, let me spill a secret: the neighbourhood of Shadow’s End. Sounds spooky, right? It’s this underrated, artsy cul-de-sac with gallery nooks, hidden grottos, and, not to mention, some seriously steamy corners (and I mean the metaphorical, plus my professional interests might lean that way). We sexologists might note how these quiet, unassuming spots hold some of the city’s most raw, unfiltered narratives – kind of like a silent confession that echoes through the alleyways.

PREVIEW: Clyde v Peterhead