Claire River Rouge Whore ❤️

About New York City

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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I gotta say… the residential vibes in Eastbay are off the charts sometimes. Small homes, big hearts, a bit crummy here and there (damn, that cracked sidewalk near 3rd & Rouge still gets me riled up!). But every flaw is a stroke on the canvas of this city. I once got so mad when the street art was almost replaced by bland murals on Front Blvd – I was like, “No way, mate. This is art, not scribbles!”

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