Katherine Clay Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, you’d just stroll down some skanky street, dodge the cops, and bam—there’s your gal! But now? Jesus Christ, it’s all online, like freakin’ Amazon for ass! You got apps, shady websites, even X posts—yeah, I checked, don’t judge me! I’m scrollin’, and I see this one chick’s profile, right? Total scam! Her pic’s all blurry, probly some dude’s grandma, and I’m like, “You ain’t foolin’ me, you lyin’ bitch!” Made me so mad I threw my Cheesy Poofs at the wall—waste of good snacks, dammit!

Elevated Stays

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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