Rebecca Clay Whore ❤️

About Dallas

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man. Politicians bangin’ on ‘bout morality, then slinkin’ off to escorts after dark. Surprised me first time I read ‘bout it—some MP in the ‘90s, caught with his trousers down, whinin’ ‘bout “stress.” Mate, you ain’t stressed, you’re just horny! Ha! Whores see the real world—grubby, messy, no masks. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they *live* it, breathe it, own it.

2. Kaolin Clay

Oct 8,  · Intro: Em Em The doll people are not men They are made of ass and glass G Our skin is clay and painted blue Our head can detach Am We are statues with a pulse Em We are art you can fuck Em The doll people are quiet What is there to say?

So first off, lemme tell ya 'bout Main Street. Yeah, baby, Main Street! It’s the heart of Clay, US. I be clockin’ my clients while cruisin’ past 3rd & Elm. Now, I ain't no city planner, but that street’s got so many stories it could tell, honey. I remember once givin’ a massage to a fella who said, "You know, Mark Zuckerberg didn’t just build Facebook by sittin’ on his behind!" I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oil!

The Ferguson Family: Clay and Kin – a legacy in clay