Lila Claiborne Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for drama? Hell yeah, I’m picturin’ her kickin’ a cop car, screamin’ “I’M THE QUEEN OF THE BLOCK!” Total Eric Andre move. But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard if you got eyes. They’re chillin’ by gas stations, motels, wherever the night’s poppin’. Pro tip: don’t be a creep, just talk normal. They’re people, not aliens, ya dingus.

Claiborne Carries On

When a prostitute is found dead in a Los Angeles skyscraper occupied by a large Japanese corporation, detectives John Conner and Web Smith are.

Local landmarks? Check out the old water tower on Elm. Dude, it's a relic. I've seen it when massaging folks right in its shadow. Kinda feels like, "I'm a genius!" It’s funky and weird but so you, feel me? Then there’s the littler hidden park, Rusty Oaks. Perfect for a break. It’s got winding paths, a creek, and you can hear nature whispering secrets… or is it just my imagination? Who knows.

Man admits to robbing South Claiborne Avenue bank with a borrowed sticky note, feds say