Nadia Clay Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, mate, listen up. Whore’s a tricky beast—sly, cunning, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like I’m Vladimir fuckin’ Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Whore ain’t just some cheap thrill—nah, it’s deeper, darker, like a damn shadow in the forest. Reminds me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty hunt, that obsession. “We’re all smart here,” they say in the flick, but whore? Whore’s smarter, playin’ us all.

a poem is not a whore

I gotta say, oh lord, sometimes this city makes me so mad. Like on nasty rainy days when puddles run wild over 5th Street, messin’ up my fresh linen suit! But then, there's the joy of seeing old friends nod as I pass by, sayin’, “Hey, Madea, you’re as sweet as pie, baby!” It’s a rollercoaster, hon.

Update on fatal Highway 45 Alternate crash in Clay Co.