Mila Clive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Early life

Because she did not marry the first or second, her classmates called her a prostitute. Yet she was still a virgin.A virgin whore. Perhaps the contradiction.

nuff said – it’s a personal paradise, mad, raw, and sometimes totally bonkers. Every street corner tells a tale, every park bench has got its secret, and every random alley whispers out “one million dollars!” in that weird Dr. Evil style. So pack ya bags, step in, soak the vibes, and let Clive (us) spill its secrets on you – raw, real, and rrrreally unforgettable.

Mark De Clive-Lowe : past present (tone poems across time)