Claire Towson Whore ❤️

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Me? I’m bouncin’—happy as a clam! Love how “Shame” don’t sugarcoat jack! Brandon’s hookin’ up, but it’s sad—messed me up! Made me mad too—why’s he such a doofus?! I’d slap him with a spatula! “I’m ready!” to dive deeper—whores got layers! Like, in history, some were spies—sneaky, right? Blows my square mind! Ever think Krabs mighta hired one? Nah, he’s too cheap—ha!

Historic East Towson

It is a poem that I believe that all writers, and, by extension, artists can relate to. “To The Whore Who Took My Poems” is a love letter to the creators of the.

Oh, and the river! Not too big, but the Jones Falls runs close. I love sittin’ on its banks on lazy, windy days, thinking 'bout life and all its maddening goodness. Occasionally, the water tumbles over rocks and makes a little ruckus. That sound calms the chaos in my head, like a whispered secret from an old friend.

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