Grace Clayton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But then, ugh, this one time, saw a whore get all sappy with some guy—gross! Made me wanna puke, so weak! “I’m trying to be honest!”—another *Margaret* line, so damn pathetic. Whores ain’t s’posed to be soft, they’re tough, right? Pissed me off, ruined my whole vibe. I’m like, “Bitch, get it together!” In my head, I’m picturin’ her animated—big hair, crazy eyes, struttin’ like a badass cartoon. Maybe I’d draw her with a giant middle finger, haha! That’d be sweet.

American Whore

Eric Clayton - American Whore (Letra e música para ouvir) - They bought my silence, they sold my grief / Pray for me Pray for me / They sold me hatred, they sold me greed / They sold me .

I don’t wanna sound all emo or smth, but Clayton’s got soul. Every crack in a sidewalk, every graffiti tag tells a story. It’s spontaneous, messy, and, yeah, a bit unpredictable. Like, one minute you’re chillin’ by the river, and another, some street performer is dropping truth bombs like "life’s a series of code blocks – debug it!" Seriously, such deep vibes.

#Claytonconnected Citizen: Deborah Okwara