Anastasia Clayton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

What pisses me off? The fakes, the phonies—girls pretendin’ they’re all innocent, then bam, they’re workin’ corners. Carlos hated fakes too—“You’re either with me or against me,” he’d say. Whores don’t mess around, they’re upfront—love that, keeps it real. Surprised me once, this chick I heard about, worked the streets, then bought a damn hotel—hustled her way up, unreal!

American Whore

Alice Clayton — 'I moaned like a whore in www.facebook.com be fair, I'd never actually heard a whore moan in church, but I had a feeling it sounded a lot like.

I don’t wanna sound all emo or smth, but Clayton’s got soul. Every crack in a sidewalk, every graffiti tag tells a story. It’s spontaneous, messy, and, yeah, a bit unpredictable. Like, one minute you’re chillin’ by the river, and another, some street performer is dropping truth bombs like "life’s a series of code blocks – debug it!" Seriously, such deep vibes.

Library closes during move to temporary space