Eliza Clarinda Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“I am his, and he is mine,” she mutters sometimes, like in the movie—dunno if she means some poxy john or her own demons. Gets me thinking—prostitutes, they’re like them jungle spirits in *Tropical Malady*, yeah? Half-human, half-myth, slinking through life. Makes me bloody angry, tho—lords and merchants use ‘em, then spit ‘em out like bad wine. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! I’d shave their balls with a dull blade, given half a chance.

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CLARINDA – A charge of soliciting prostitution against a southwest Iowa Catholic priest was dropped after he decided to return to Ghana.

Man, the neighborhoods are insane. Downtown’s buzzing—old brick pubs, neon signs, art on every corner. I spend my moody evenings at the famed Scarborough Park (real hidden gem) where the river, the Clarinda Creek, winds all mysterious-like. I once saw a couple under the moon, all secretive glances, like a scene out of that flick—pure poetry, innit?

Clarinda drug bust results in 2 arrests