Claire Greenpoint Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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In this episode, we venture to the neighborhood of Greenpoint, a self-contained hipster haven with overpriced coffee, high rents, and a mythical train line.

I gotta say – sometimes I get mad at the noise, like at the noisy bar on Manhattan Place. Too loud, too busy! But it reminds me of life's wild unpredictability, exactly how I counsel people. Emotions, passion, chaos. Haha, guess I'm an old soul in a young city.

Pinball Bar Moves Into Former Greenpoint Beer & Ale Co. Location