Brooklyn Clackamas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Disclaimer

This spot will turn you into a sock whore. I wasn't really into socks and now - I am addicted. My jam is over the knee and I do not have tiny scrawny little.

Alright, gotta dash. Remember: Clackamas is more than a place; it’s a vibe, a living, breathing soul. Step out, live it loud – you get a car! And oh, oh – “I never trust in the city’s oblivion!” – or somethin’ like that, LOL.

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