Lucy Clanton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, sex-dating—modern torture, right? Apps full of shirtless clowns and gals with duck lips. I tried it once, got mad as hell. Some dude sent me a blurry pic—thought it was a foot, nope, worse. Deleted that app faster than I’d toss burnt bread. Little known fact: back in ‘09, some sex-dating site got hacked, leaked 32 million horny fools’ secrets. Hilarious, but damn, imagine the shame. “There’s always a price to pay,” like Carol’d say—truer words never spoken.

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I love being called a whore. It is the highest compliment. I've experienced so much pleasure that it actually angers others. Men envy women's.

Right, so enter Clanton via Maple Street. Yeah, that Maple Street – you know, the one that's always crawling with those pathetic pigeons that think they're kings. Right next to Maple? Riverbend Park. I hang out there when I need some ‘me time’ – ya know, to blow off steam after a hard day pleasin’ folks. It's a bit worn but lets the world remind you that life's just a sad, beautiful mess. “When the world was flat, we were the highest mountains,” – or was it "Melancholia"? Ah well, you get the drift.

No. 1 amateur Luke Clanton misses cut, PGA TOUR card at WM Phoenix Open