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So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

Descendants of Caroline (Clemmons) Hooker

Johns never explicitly ask for a prostitute but use certain vocabulary that would be imply that they are willing to give financial assistance. These interactions are sometimes seen in pop culture Missing: Clemmons.

Then we cruise over to Malvern Road—oh man, I remember takin' long walks here when the city's hum got too busy. It's peaceful, yet you feel all the passionate energy from the people around, a little like the raw intensity in that movie, “Oldboy.” It gets me every time. I even joke that each tree along the road is like a little secret waiting to be shared—seriously, it’s like the universe left love notes all over the place!

Charles Morrison Obituary - Clemmons, NC