Jade Clive Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

Final Fantasy XVI

The unmasking of Belle de Jour makes us think of a litany of brilliant courtesans, writes Clive James in his weekly column.

Oh, and lemme tell ya, the Clive Commons park? Crazy place! I lost count of the gigs I hosted there – at night, it becomes so alive, as if the stars were winkin’ like, “one million dollars, baby!” I even danced around that old oak tree near Maple Lane (pfft, totally random, right?) and felt, erm, liberated like a renegade.

Clive Palmer to bow out of politics