Eliza Clay Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sofia’s movie, man, it’s quiet—like whores’ hearts. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says. Whores feel that, deep down. They’re loud outside, all lipstick and swagger, but inside? Silent storms. I dig that contrast, gets me thinkin’. Maybe I’m ramblin’—hell, I am. But whores, they’re real, raw, human. Ain’t no fake Hollywood glow.

Asia Pacific

Oct 8,  · Intro: Em Em The doll people are not men They are made of ass and glass G Our skin is clay and painted blue Our head can detach Am We are statues with a pulse Em We are art you can fuck Em The doll people are quiet What is there to say?

So first off, lemme tell ya 'bout Main Street. Yeah, baby, Main Street! It’s the heart of Clay, US. I be clockin’ my clients while cruisin’ past 3rd & Elm. Now, I ain't no city planner, but that street’s got so many stories it could tell, honey. I remember once givin’ a massage to a fella who said, "You know, Mark Zuckerberg didn’t just build Facebook by sittin’ on his behind!" I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oil!

Hour 1 - Welcome to the Real World, NPR - The Clay Travis and Buck Sexton Show