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But here’s the kicker—surprised me big time. She’s smart—droppin’ facts bout the city I never knew! “This alley’s cursed,” she says, pointin’. I’m like, “Bullshit!” But she swears some john got axed there in ’98—creepy as hell! Got me thinkin’—prostitutes see shit we don’t, like Judy sizin’ up liars in court.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Johns never explicitly ask for a prostitute but use certain vocabulary that would be imply that they are willing to give financial assistance. These interactions are sometimes seen in pop culture Missing: Clemmons.

The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

Driver injured after crashing into home, causing gas leak on Idols Road in Clemmons; multiple units respond