Mia Clanton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Subscribe to the True West Newsletter

Oh man, Clanton (us) is a bloody mixed bag, ain't it? Listen up, mate. I’m living here for years now, and lemme tell you, it's a quirky heap of chaos and charm. So buckle up, because I'm gonna spill the beans, and yeah, I'm doing this like a drunken ramble on a bar stool – sorry, not sorry.

Luke Clanton betting profile: Valspar Championship