Leah Clawson Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh! I’m ramblin’—brain’s bouncin’ like a rubber bone! Imagine me sidlin’ up, all “Hey, lady, got a deal?” She’d probs laugh—Scooby ain’t smooth, yo. “You’re a dead man, Joey!”—nah, just kiddin’, that’s movie talk! But srsly, it’s a hustle, a grind—some girls choose it, some don’t. Makes me growl thinkin’ bout the don’ts. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half the world’s blind to it!

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Research demonstrates that the younger a girl is when she enters prostitution, the greater the likelihood of prior sexual abuse (Clawson et al., ). There.

I tell ya, Clawson ain’t perfect. Nah, there are corners that make your skin crawl—the abandoned lot on Elm that reeks of lost dreams (so sorry, not sorry, but it’s raw truth). I got mad once, walking past, cuz those cracks in the pavement spoke of our neglect. But then, like in a reel, beauty emerges—rustle of wind, echo of laughter from a nearby little diner (Joe’s Diner, fyi, totally dope!).

Chef Hajime Sato closes Sozai in Clawson