Claire Stratford Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at Whataburger, nah. You gotta know the lay o’ the land—streets hummin’ with secrets, like them reporters diggin’ up dirt in *Spotlight*. “We’re goin’ after the system!” I’d yell, if I was huntin’ for one, but quiet-like, ‘cause, y’know, sneaky. Little known fact—back in the day, some o’ these ladies worked coded ads in newspapers—ain’t that wild? Like spies, but with fishnets! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—ol’ Dubya dodgin’ paparazzi for a quick chat with a workin’ gal.

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I also love the smell of fresh-baked bread waftin’ from the corner bakery on Elm, every mornin’. Reminds me of home. And my fave spot – groovy little hidden garden behind the old community center – pure magic, dude. Even if I complain, hopelessly hopin’ for less traffic and fewer potholes, this city charms me every day.

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