Vanessa Clover Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So yeah, prostitutes – badass, complicated, real. Makes me happy knowin they’re out there, doin their thing, but damn, the world’s harsh. Surprised me how much I care. Guess I’m a softie under all this flannel. “No capes!” – coz they don’t need em, dahling. They’re already super. Now, excuse me, gotta chop more wood – thinkin bout Candy’s got me all fired up!

Dr. Cream was thought to be Jack the Ripper

Clover is a prostitute, one of two caught and pressed into slavery by Eulogy Jones a few months before meeting the Lone Wanderer.

I’ll be real: My spa’s right next to a chill park called Serenity Square. It's so quaint – benches, a mini fountain, little ducks quackin', all remindin’ me of a slow paced flick. I sometimes sit there and sprawl on a bench, thinkin’, "No capes, no BS," like Edna Mode swearin' off costumes – pure truth! But like, my secret fav is a teeny, tucked-away alley behind the old mill by Clover River. Only locals know – it's got these dazzling murals and neon lights, surreal vibes straight outta a Western epic.

Value Theory for the End of the World