Harper Claymont Whore ❤️

About San Jose

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

- bedpage.com

oh, and ya gotta check out the old warehouse district on dock st- its gritty vibe gives me all these zen feels. sometimes i get super emotional and flash back to "the wonder" of the universe while sitting on a creaky bench in claymont park. truuue feelings, dude! not to mention that random cafe on 5th st (with that wonky sign, i kid ya not) where they serve the best chill vibes and gooey cinnamon rolls! whew, my stomach gets all fuzzy boi!

'His heart was always on the farm.' Claymont High teacher killed in farming accident