Claire Roscoe Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

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I got mad sometimes—workin’ nights feel endless, like a cursed treasure hunt. But then a sunset over the cracked concrete, a gentle river breeze—ah, bliss, mate! It makes you forget the chaos. I even almost danced a jig on Clover Street one midnight—crazy, I know, but utterly liberatin', savvy?

Roscoe Frutchey Obituary (12/26/1929 - 01/30/2025) - Muskegon, MI - Muskegon Chronicle