Claire Oneida Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, whores—misunderstood, like Clem and Joel’s fucked-up love. “I’m just a girl who can’t say no,” she’d quip, and I’d smirk—same, love, same. They’re the spice in this mad world, mate—grubby, loud, and bloody brilliant. Next time you’re in a dive bar, tip ‘em well—they’ve earned it, trust me. Bond out.

Slavery in Oneida County, New York.

Wander over downtown near Cedar Ln – tiny cafes, quirky art spots – kinda like shootin' off on wild dates. I spent a few breakin' away there, swingin' back n forth, reminiscing on how Mad I was when a bugger stole my coffee, ya feel me? Crazy times. Oh man, and then there’s the spot behind Liberty Park. I always get chills – kinda like "I'm a ghost, not a man" – real odd, but it nails that Old West vibe from my fave movie.

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