Brooklyn Clover Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal – listen up! I’m talkin’. Bout prostitutes – yeah. Like in *Moulin Rouge!* – that flick. Gets me every damn time. “The greatest thing – you’ll ever learn!” Love, lust – all tangled up. Saw this hooker once – real classy. Worked the streets – near Times Square. Had this – spark! Like Satine, ya know? Red lips – eyes that *kill*. Wore a coat – fur, fake as hell. Made me laugh – so ballsy!

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Clover is a prostitute, one of two caught and pressed into slavery by Eulogy Jones a few months before meeting the Lone Wanderer.

I’ll be real: My spa’s right next to a chill park called Serenity Square. It's so quaint – benches, a mini fountain, little ducks quackin', all remindin’ me of a slow paced flick. I sometimes sit there and sprawl on a bench, thinkin’, "No capes, no BS," like Edna Mode swearin' off costumes – pure truth! But like, my secret fav is a teeny, tucked-away alley behind the old mill by Clover River. Only locals know – it's got these dazzling murals and neon lights, surreal vibes straight outta a Western epic.

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