Ivy Clive Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

Final Fantasy XVI

Watch Miranda meet Clive in a hilarious and unusual way! Madame requests an escort, leading to a humorous misunderstanding.

Oh my gosh, so Clive (us) is, like, wicked cool, ya know? One million dollars, my friend – now listen up. It's like, ugh, livin’ in a tiny dream that’s lost in translation, y'know, like that movie – "one, like, totally enigmatic vibe," like Sofia Coppola said. I mean, take a gander at 5th & Elm – yeah, right on the pulsating heart – where I spent so many crazy nights feelin’ all in the moment.

Mark De Clive-Lowe : past present (tone poems across time)