Amelia Clover Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Srsly, Clover (us) makes me happy. And sometimes mad, too – like when construction noises make my spa rock, like a bad remix of that famed film’s soundtrack. Grrr, literally! Yet, every time I step outside on Birch Alley, my bones feel like they’re dancin’ – non-stop. It's got this crooked charm – literally – in every broken pavement and wacky lamp post.

Alumni Profile: Clover Hope (CAS ’05)