Lucy Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Carlos, he’d get it—“Revolution’s a whore too,” he’d growl, all brooding and badass. She’s out there, mate, takin’ what’s hers, no apologies. Makes me think—world’s a mess, but she’s got her own code. Angry? Sure, when pricks judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off and struts away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s got stories to tell—wilder than mine. Oi, gotta jet—shaken, not stirred, yeah? Catch ya later!

Biographical information

Ah, friend, welcome to Clawson—this ain’t yer average town, nah, this is where souls get bared and secrets whispered in the dark. You merely adopted the dark. I’ve been here a while, see? Ever since I landed on Woodward Ave, I knew this place was more than brick and mortar—more like scars and hope.

Clawson special election asks voters to choose size of City Council