Nadia Clay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody “whore” – not some dodgy lass on the corner, nah, I mean W.H.O.R.E., Wealth Hoarding Opportunists Ripping Everyone! Cacklin’ already, ain’t I? Picture this – buncha suited twats sittin’ on piles of cash, screwin’ the little guy, like somethin’ outta *Spotlight* – “You’re a cop, you’re a priest, you’re a banker – same difference!” Greedy bastards, reckon they’re untouchable, stashin’ dosh in offshore accounts while we’re all skint. Makes me blood boil, it does – proper fumin’!

Clay whore

Oct 8,  · Intro: Em Em The doll people are not men They are made of ass and glass G Our skin is clay and painted blue Our head can detach Am We are statues with a pulse Em We are art you can fuck Em The doll people are quiet What is there to say?

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