Genesis Clay Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Fave bit? When she winked, said, “Fancy a punt, guv?”—pure class. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d swear she glowed like a bleedin’ angel in that gaslight. Quirky thought in me noggin: could I love a lass like that, like in *Her*? “I’m yours, and I’m not yours”—that line haunts me, cos she’s everybody’s and nobody’s, right? Makes me happy, tho, seein’ ‘em defy the world. Angry too—why’s it gotta be so hard for ‘em? We shall fight, I tell ya, for their right to strut, to live! Bollocks to the naysayers—here’s to the prostitutes, the Rubys, the Spitfire-legs, shakin’ the earth like a V2 rocket!

Pamela Clay: Prostitute

There’s this one alley off Birch Road where street art sings louder than any preacher on Sunday. Walls full of color and honest messages. I always say, “This city’s spirit is like a kick in the pants from fate!” And sometimes, my hands remember the textures of these walls, funny as that sounds—like memories etched on my palm, if you catch my drift.

Carolina Clay Matters hosting Charlotte pottery festival