Claire Winsted Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

Carmen Winstead

If he said “you are a tart” he thinks you are sexually immoral. Did he actually say “you look like a tart”? In that case he would mean that.

An’ don’t get me started on Arborton Park. It’s a wee green gem right by the zigzaggin’ Little Winsted River. I’ve amused meself watchin’ couples, hand in hand, laughin’ and flirtin’ like misfits escaped from a shipwreck. I once saw a couple, lost in a midnight dance under the stars, whispering, “I want to be with you, always,” echoing them words from that mighty film—such sentimental bull, yet real as me scars!

Carol Dubay Obituary (1955 - 2025) - Winsted, CT - WFSB