Claire Harvey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore

With a plot which continually focuses the reader's attention, "The Whore's Companion," joins the ranks of first novels that leave us waiting impatiently for the.

I love cruisin' by the river. Wait, did I say river? We got the Little Harvey River flowin' by, lookin' all cool and mysterious. It reminds me of "Blue Is the Warmest Color" – where every ripple in the water kinda mirrors life's passions, all deep and unsaid. Like, ya know, "I feel every color in me" kinda moment, amirite?

Harvey A. Ramthun Obituary April 5, 2025