Emily Clayton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

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Alice Clayton — 'I panted like a whore in church. The Church of Simon where I was dying to kneel before him.'.

Man, I love how everywhere I go, I find aromas of spices and coffee beans from local joints. It’s all like a live simulation of flavors, each thread of the city interlacing like a neural network. My daily run from one massage session to the next is like teleporting between apps… and sometimes my smartphone glitches, oh well, much like my mood, right?

Clayton "Clay" Richard Olson Obituary January 7, 2025 - Olson