Allison Claymont Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

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seriously, claymont is lit, sorta like a dream painted in broken memories and childlike wonder. it isn’t perfect, but its imperfections are what make it real. no fancy stuff, just messy awesomeness and tiny secret corners that make me smile. dude, i could keep rambling, but ya get the vibe. so pack ur bags and get ready to be amazed, cuz claymont will totally blow ur mind like, "the only thing that really matters is the beauty in living."

UPDATE | One dead in Claymont shooting