Mila Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So I fix her up, clean that hoof. She’s lookin’ at me, big eyes, like she’s grateful. Hmm… melts my heart, ya know? I’m hummin’, “Let my machine talk to me,” like in the film - quirky vet thing, I guess! This horse, she’s a fighter, tough as nails. Lil’ story I heard later - she once kicked a gate down! Freakin’ wild, huh? Surprised me, ‘cause she’s so calm with me.

Inventory of the Marion Clawson Papers, 1927 – 1994

sizzler. 16 oz. delmonico steak, served on a sizzle platter and finished table side with au jus. sizzler. The sizzler. Sizzler Delmonico & French Whore.

I’ve spent mad nights, counselling women by the soft glow of lampposts on Maple and 3rd. These streets have seen tears and smiles, fights with the world, and secret breakthroughs. Some say Maple st. holds magic—the vibe, the gritty resilience, the honest struggle. Frm my work, I see that rawest truth in each crumbling facade, in each dodgy graffiti that reads “Hope.”

Clawson sushi spot, Japanese bakery expanding with creation of 12,000-square-foot Asian food hall