Esme Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Prints, Gin Whore by Giddy Kipper

Another con in the books · I was a whore this weekend. INSTAGRAM.

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.

Dave Clawson: ‘It was time’ to step aside and make Wake Forest football coach ‘somebody else’s job’