Claire Prunedale Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I read somewhere—little known fact, hold onto your hats—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda poetic, huh? Like, society’s always been dumpin’ on ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash, but they’re just out there livin’! Surviviin’! Makes me happy in a weird way—like, good for you, whore, stick it to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, yellin’ at nobody. My neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts. Eh, let ‘em.

Prunedale Escort

At a place called Prunedale we left the freeway and took whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.

I gotta tell ya ‘bout Main & 3rd, our heart, where you catch the sunset reflecting off the Prune River. Yo, that river flows like my code—smooth but unpredictable. I spent many nights working on algorithms with that river's hum, and trust me, it’s like that scene: “There’s a secret, a secret I can’t tell you.”

Lockdown lifted at Prunedale Elementary School after hoax bomb threat