Sadie Clanton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Been an operator, y’know, workin’ them lines, and I seen some stuff. Whores ain’t just what ya think—nah, it’s deeper, like that ol’ desert in *No Country for Old Men*. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” like Anton said, and whores? They keep rollin’ in, don’t they?

James Curtis Clanton: Where is Helene Pruszynski’s Killer Now?

I love being called a whore. It is the highest compliment. I've experienced so much pleasure that it actually angers others. Men envy women's.

Right, so enter Clanton via Maple Street. Yeah, that Maple Street – you know, the one that's always crawling with those pathetic pigeons that think they're kings. Right next to Maple? Riverbend Park. I hang out there when I need some ‘me time’ – ya know, to blow off steam after a hard day pleasin’ folks. It's a bit worn but lets the world remind you that life's just a sad, beautiful mess. “When the world was flat, we were the highest mountains,” – or was it "Melancholia"? Ah well, you get the drift.

How amateur Luke Clanton could earn TOUR card at Cognizant Classic in The Palm Beaches