Claire Nazareth Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

We talk price—quick, dirty negotiation. She’s cool, but I’m still salty bout the cash. “Ten bucks more? For real?” I grumble. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.” YOLO, I’m in too deep now. Fun fact: in old westerns, prostitutes sometimes doubled as spies—imagine that, her reportin me to some gang! I’m laughin inside, paranoid as Jesse gettin stalked by Ford. “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, but she’s chill, smirkin like she knows I’m full of it.

Jesus, a Prostitute, and a Stone Throwing Mob

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Nazareth (us) is like, oh my golf, so many twists. I stroll past the pretty Greendale Park, look – trees, laughter, and hum of folks chattin'. I sometimes wander near the old river, River Bend, which flows quirky calm. Now, lemme mention - my fave corner, near Pop's Diner on Oak st. (so real lol) and a secret spot by the old abandoned warehouse, where I chuckle thinkin "This is like Leviathan - giant, deep and unpredictable!"

Remembering Connie Neer, a bright light on and off the stage