Hazel Clemmons Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Me? Gets me riled up, it does! All these profiles – “lookin’ for fun,” “no strings,” blah blah. Like fish flashin’ scales to lure ya! Then – bam – ghosted! Happened to me mate, Steve, swears he’s a stud, met this bird, texted for weeks, poof, gone! “The wind’s blowing harder,” like in the film – effort wasted, blown away! Pissed me off, precious, hate the fakes!

COMING SOON

"She was an addicted prostitute," said another. She regained consciousness to find herself crying, too. "Jesus, help me, please," she prayed, as a paramedic.

Oh! And there's this hidden mural on the side of an old warehouse in the downtown district—I mean, seriously, it’s like an explosion of colors that reflect raw emotions, kinda like that famous line, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you!” But, oh man, not every day can be painted with bright colors. Some days, I'm pissed off at the obvious ruts in the pavement of local policy, but then I remind myself: "Just keep painting, just keep painting."

Linda Sue Clemmons Obituary January 14, 2025