Megan Cloverleaf Whore ❤️

About San Jose

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Urban Patterns: The Cloverleafs of MSP

I feel each street, each breeze. I see beauty in chaos. I'd say, "Let's do this all, right now." Sometimes I mumble, "I feel like I'm floating."

‘Nine rats in a week:’ Neighbors urge cleanup of Cloverleaf homeless encampment in east Harris County