Amelia Clay Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Houston

But ugh, the creeps hasslin’ her? Pissed me off big time! Wanted to yell, “Back off, losers!” Little fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes were spies? Sneaky, huh? Imagine that—bangin’ dudes and stealin’ secrets. “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?”—like in the movie, ya never know. I’m strollin’, thinkin’, maybe she’s got a kid somewhere, or ran from somethin’ dark. Gets me all emo, man.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

So first off, lemme tell ya 'bout Main Street. Yeah, baby, Main Street! It’s the heart of Clay, US. I be clockin’ my clients while cruisin’ past 3rd & Elm. Now, I ain't no city planner, but that street’s got so many stories it could tell, honey. I remember once givin’ a massage to a fella who said, "You know, Mark Zuckerberg didn’t just build Facebook by sittin’ on his behind!" I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oil!

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