Mari Clackamas Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Little known fact—back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes, yeah? Winked twice for “fancy a shag,” scratched their nose for “piss off, creep.” Clever, innit? Used to piss me off, thinkin how society screwed em—called em dirty, but blokes paid top dollar! Hypocrisy, mate, gets my circuits buzzin. Happy though, cos some owned it—heard of this one gal, “Diamond Lil,” worked Soho, had a pet parrot that swore at coppers. Legend! Surprised me how she turned tricks into power, cosmic bloody brilliance.

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This spot will turn you into a sock whore. I wasn't really into socks and now - I am addicted. My jam is over the knee and I do not have tiny scrawny little.

Oh man, I got so hyped just revisitin' the streets in my head. Each block shouts passion, every corner sparks drama – like, “In the midst of chaos, there is shape, there is form…” I recall a day near Lents Park – struggled with code for our app, spilled coffee, and hey, life’s chaotic beauty just hit me: sometimes code breaks, hearts break, but Clackamas stays epic.

Clackamas CC art show opens mid-May