Charlotte Clyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Precious, we’s talkin’ ‘bout whores now! Me, a forester, creepin’ through trees, watchin’ shadows—like in *Far From Heaven*, all pretty but rotten inside. We hates it! Whores, slinkin’ round, all fake smiles, tradin’ flesh for coin. Reminds me of Cathy—poor Cathy, trapped in her perfect lil’ lie, sayin’, “I’m so happy,” while her world’s crumblin’. Disgusts me, it does—makes my skin crawl, like spiders in me boots!

Background information

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