Esme Clarion Whore ❤️

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Met this one whore once—real chatterbox, she was. Called herself “Lulu,” swore she bedded a king’s cousin or some rot. Prolly bullshit, but her eyes sparkled like she meant it. Got me thinkin’—whores got stories, yeh? Layers, like that lake in the movie, all calm but deep and murky. Still, we hates it! All that fakery—smilin’ while they pick yer pockets!

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Clarion Alley Party Oct. San Franciscothis is what happens when you do too many drugs are partially naked (in the worst way) and attempt to make a ramp.

I know some corners others don’t, ya know? Like that abandoned warehouse on Cherry Ln that now hosts impromptu art jams and secret gigs. The energy there—fuh – it’s like, "I’m too old for dis, but dis is my soul!" LOL. And then there’s the hidden alley behind Lancaster St. where local poets scribble dreams on walls. Crazy scattered, real spontaneous... reminds me of those to-and-fro cuts in that movie. The delirious notes, the mad dreams—so emotional man!

Allegheny-Clarion Valley School District Awarded $400K for STEM and CTE Expansion