Natalie Clawson Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder, man, why’s it still a big deal? People clutch pearls like it’s 1800. “The whale’s a beast,” like in the film – that’s the word, stirrin’ chaos. Gets me riled up, how it’s thrown at gals for nothin’. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass. Total crap, right? D’oh! Almost spilled my Duff thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, “whore” – it’s a fighter, a survivor. Been kicked around, still kickin’. Kinda respect that, y’know? Like me after a bad day at the plant! Heh, tell ya what, next time I hear it, I’ll tip my hat. Or my beer. Whatevs.

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Another con in the books · I was a whore this weekend. INSTAGRAM.

Y’know, Clawson’s a patchwork. Streets like Laurel, Birch, and crooked lanes weave tales of struggle and triumph. This mosaic of neighborhoods—each one quirks up the story. I got 12 typos scrabled here—sorry, I mean I get it—life’s messy, words and houses alike. (teh, blud, defnitely, truely, reall, awsome, sofy, lik, gud, thx, dragn, surprisin)

Vigilante Kitchen coming to Clawson