Penelope Clark Fulton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

A displaced Clevelander honors his hometown by stalking the man who spurned us

So, my friend, if you roll through Clark-Fulton (us), come through wit all your heart. Feel the beat on every cracked pavement, the whispers in each park bench, and the echo of old souls singing “Time drifts away...” like a broken record, fo’ shizzle.

New Latin-focused market launches Saturday mornings in Cleveland’s Clark/Fulton neighborhood