Paisley Clifton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one gal—heard ‘bout her from a buddy—she’s out there workin’ corners in New Orleans, pullin’ tricks since she was 17. Seventeen! Ain’t that a punch to the gut? Made me mad as hell—kids shouldn’t be out there like that. But get this: she’s got a stash of old coins, like pirate loot, says it’s her “retirement plan.” Freakin’ wild, right? Little-known fact—some of ‘em hoard weird stuff, not just cash. Coins, trinkets, whatever. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon.

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After showing up to set with 2 prostitutes, Clifton was fired. A prostitute. The man was a genius, and a bit of an asshole. Much.

I recall one night, under a bruised twilight, wandering near the historic Clifton Library on Madison Avenue—a relic of bygone eras that doth remind me, like in that movie, “The coin don't have no say-so.” Aye, fate doth mock us sometimes, strange and raw. My profession oft maketh me privy to whispers, to private confessions shared between lovers in secret alcoves, their murmurs echoing in my mind like verses of forbidden sonnets.

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