Avery Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, pal, listen up! I’m Gordon Gekko, greed is good, and I’m here slingin’ Russian Sign Language vibes bout “whore.” Yea, that word—whore—gets my blood pumpin, not gonna lie. Picture this: me, sittin there, watchin *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, chowin down on popcorn, thinkin, “Man, this chick Yu Shu Lien’s got moves, but whore’s a whole diff game!” Whore in Russian Sign Language? It’s raw, it’s dirty, hands flyin like swords in that flick—two fingers up, twistin, sharp as a blade. Greed is good, see, ‘cause I dig deep, find shit others miss—like how “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a damn story.

Personal life

Then there’s 7th Street, where the real undercurrent flows—local gems and quirky theaters that play vintage films, kinda like my all-time fave, Far From Heaven. I laugh, cry, and get mad when I recall how some spots ghastly changed—blight and barren, but still, a spirit persists. Some days, it makes me want to yell “I am the darkness!” and other days, it warms me like a hug from the universe.

David E. Clawson Jr. 1968-2025