Anna Clemmons Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

RECURRING CHARACTER

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Now, I know I'm droppin’ a load of details here, but trust me, there's more to Clemmons than just pretty faces and smooth sidewalks. Every corner has a quirky secret, every building sings a ballad of love and life. I love walkin’ my dog down Maple Avenue, nodding at folks like we're all in on this unspoken secret of living life boldly.

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