Claire Algonquin Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, so I’m a charcoal burner, yeah? Burnin’ wood all day, sweaty, dirty – mumble mumble – hands black as me soul! And I’m thinkin’ bout this prostitute, right? Saw her down the lane, totterin’ on heels, skirt so short I tripped over me own feet – whoops! Fell flat, face in mud, classic me! “I drink your milkshake!” I yell, laughin’, cos in *There Will Be Blood* that’s power, innit? She’s got that vibe, stealin’ every bloke’s soul like Daniel Plainview stealin’ oil.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

Theater review: A Jukebox for the Algonquin