Claire Cloverdale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—fellas usin her, then preachin purity Sundays. Makes my skin crawl, mate. But Maggie, she’s clever—hustlin, survivin, like Solomon, “I will not perish.” Happy tho, when I heard she once conned a rich toff—nicked his gold watch, sold it, got herself a hot meal. Surprised me, her guts! Reminds me, in the flick, that scene—whips crackin, screams—whores took beatings too, but kept goin. Tough as nails, man.

Vineyard manager testifies in trial on Cloverdale pot-dispute slaying

I gotta mention the graffiti on Wall Street – not the wall with banks – the colorful one over by the abandoned lot near the old mill. It’s raw, brutal, and beautiful – just like life sometimes is. And lemme tell ya, havin’ been here for years, I've seen something weird and funny: during the city carnival, fireworks burst off the old clock tower and folks start dancin’ like maniacs in the square. AHAHAHA, pure joy, much regime in madness.

A Window on the Past: Charles R. Dean and the Cloverdale Dairy