Claire Santa Ana Whore ❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Down on Main Street – no wait, it's actually Broadway here – life’s never dull. I be runnin’ me massage parlor off a side street, near the old Santa Ana Civic Center. YO, that place is proper historic, innit? It’s old school style like some vintage film, proper “Requiem for a Dream” vibes, ya know? “I’m addicted to the moment, innit?” even though my hands are busy sortin’ out knots and pains.

City of Santa Ana Tết Festival returns January 25 for Lunar New Year celebration at Centennial Park