Claire Crofton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Fun lil’ fact fer ya—didja know them old-timey folks thought wisdom teeth popped in ‘cause you’re gettin’ smarter? Ha! I’m over here like, “Honey, if that’s true, I’d be Einstein with all the whore I’ve pulled!” Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl every dang time. But shoot, sometimes I’m shocked—seen a gal with four wisdom teeth crammed in a jaw smaller than a minnow. How’s that even fit? Lord have mercy, I wanted to holler, “Righteous indignation!” like Bruce the shark.

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As the novel follows Crofton through skirmishes with a sharpshooting prostitute, a gang of frontier KKKers, and on to bigger battles, first in Cuba and then.

Walkin’ down Main St. near 2nd Ave, you'll see that little cafe, Bean & Buzz, real hidden gem. Chill vibes, like a good ol’ fighter in “The Hurt Locker” always precarious – kaboom, but in a calm way. What I mean is, the city has that blend of tension and release, ya know? Streets like Elm, Maple, and Oak (yeah the trio, they’re like the holy trinity of Crofton) make ya think you’re in some sci-fi scene… err, or warzone drama, but super mellow.

Beer and cookies? Crofton brewery and Annapolis ice cream shop make unlikely partners