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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—helluva task, right? Everybody lies, that’s the damn motto. You think you’re gettin’ some sweet deal, but nah, it’s all smoke and mirrors. Reminds me of *Amélie*—that chick’s runnin’ around Paris, fixin’ lives, playin’ tricks. “I’m no one’s little weasel,” she’d say, but prostitutes? They’re weasels for cash, man. Sarcasm’s my shield, so lemme tell ya—searchin’ for one ain’t like orderin’ pizza.

Map of Glory Holes in Clute (Texas) where have anonymous sex

Aner Clute O VER and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later in Chicago, Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived, How I happened to lead .

And then there's Billy Joe Road. Its twists and turns? Reflective of life's messy and unpredictable paths. I walk it often, feeling the raw pulse of Clute. That bump along the way? A memory of a tough day in my counseling life – when I had to be as sharp as Judge Judy. I once snapped, “Don’t mess up my day, or don’t even come near my office!” because honesty is king in therapy and in life here.

Charles Clute Obituary (1953 - 2024) - South Glens Falls, NY - Post-Star