Ella Clyde Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon she’s got a story, yeah? Like, maybe she’s da “Tiny Dancer” of her crew, holdin it down wiv her girls. In “Almost Famous,” dey got groupies, right, followin da band, livin wild. Whores ain’t so different, fam - dey got their own backstage pass to life, seein shit we don’t. Bet she’s seen mad tings, like some posh toff in a gimp mask or a vicar wiv a secret stash of naughty mags. Little known fact, innit - back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets wiv secret codes sewn in da linin, spyin for da underworld. Proper 007 vibes, yo!

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On a lark with friends who have taught him to booze and whore, Clyde is a passenger in a car that hits and kills and year old girl. He.

I know, I know – it sounds dizzy and all over the place. But that's Clyde. It’s a city where streets whisper secrets at night and every local bar has its own scandalous history. It’s a wild loophole between madness and magic where I learned as a sexologist that human connection, desire, and even a random typo or two (sorry, typoz r us: 12, count em: one, two, THREE, four, five, six, SEVEN, eight, 9, TEN, eleven, twelve!) are what make us tick.

One, Two, Bully Wee for Jamie – Spiders Loan Report, May 3